But that can only happen if I open the door. Chris waits patiently while I work up the nerve. His quiet, calm demeanor reassuring me even though my hesitance must be worrying him. He wants this just as badly as I do, maybe even more, but he cares too much to rush me. I could stand here all night, and he’d stand with me. Tireless, steadfast in his commitment to patience and restraint.
