Bind each other's wounds

My husband Rueben and I both had a busy, stressful week, trying to get everything done on our respective itineraries. Each did not want to worry the other, so we minimized the seriousness of our state of mind. But this evening over the roast turkey, brown rice, and hearty salad, that I made with love, we confided in each other the extent of our disquietedness. Then we physically and psychologically embraced again and again. The warmth of our embrace healed our wounds. Then we were better able after dinner to take a brief break from the many things we still had to do. We took a moment to sit in the love seat in our living room and listen to the first two movements of Wolgang Amadeus Mozart's Requiem Mass. I sang the soprano part. It was a healing and powerful few minutes. Never underestimate the power of a warm, reassuring embrace, a few considerate words, a sacred song, or a neck massage (gave him a neck message while he washed the dinner dishes). When God created Eve, He introduced her as "a suitable helper" for Adam. It is also written that we are to sharpen each other "as iron sharpens iron." We still have many things to take care of and got right back to work after a brief intimate interlude after dinner. But now the things to be done have been put into perspective, because we have bound each other's wounds.