Emily loved feeling Dave’s arms wrapped around her and allowed her walls down if only for a moment. It was good to not have to be strong, not be the wife, mother, nurse, housekeeper, launder, landscaper, chauffeur, fundraiser, tutor, chef, personal shopper, and all of the other hats that she had to wear in any given week. It was good for just a moment, to be vulnerable and to let her feelings out, to let someone take care of her rather than being the one who takes care of everyone else. As her tears came more and more freely, she relaxed little by little.
