After 38 Years Apart, Time Turned Out to be on Our Side

I didn’t know I was waiting for him

The author and her husband. Photo by Debbie Markle Shelow.

I’ve been thinking a lot about how time and patience work. For 4–1/2 years when my love and I were living 984 miles apart, there were weekends when I drove nine hours to steal three days with him. And cried when I had to leave him again and make that long drive home. I would go to him no matter how long it…