Tweetchats have been a unique and welcome addition to my
life over the past five months.
Chat topics vary widely depending on the community, the
moderator and the audience that participates on any given day. But the mix of passion
and knowledge is pure perfection and every week, I look forward to
participating in the conversations.
I missed two of my favorite chats today.
On Tuesday evenings, both #tweetdiarieschat and #HCLDR unite
a devoted and educated mix of health care providers, patient advocates,
caregivers and patients.
Instead of joining tonight’s chats, my family, including my
visiting mother, sat around the table and told humorous stories until both of
my children asked about the ‘dating days’ before my husband and I were a couple.
They’ve heard a few stories before but my mother lent a unique perspective.
The five of us spent two hours gathered around the dinner
table and, as the conversation continued, I noticed my husband and I moved our
chairs closer together. Our children laughed at some of the ‘bad date’ stories and
then they asked questions about dating rules and choosing a life mate. My
husband and I joined hands as we talked.
My son smiled and said, “And then you met Dad, and he was
perfect.”
Complete silence.
“Riley,” I began tentatively, “If you wait for someone who
is ‘perfect’ you will grow old alone. No one is perfect. Daddy was good for me.
And I was good for him. Neither one of us is perfect.”
Today I am profoundly
grateful that nearly 19 years ago I met the man I now call my husband. Together
we epitomize the beauty of imperfection.
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