We were in the car driving last night and I told him about the lady on the other blog encouraging a "5 minutes left" note. I admitted to him that I don't know what I would say. I was thinking if I only had five minutes left with him, I would want to spend the entire time in a hug, with his arms around me. At first, I thought that might be a little dumb, but before I could tell him I would just want a hug, he said, "I think if I had five minutes left I would just want to hold you." Okay, so not dumb. :-)
On the way home, though, I couldn't stop thinking about it. This big truck went past us and this scene flashed in my head of us in an accident, and my husband was breathing his last. So instead of imagining it's the last five minutes of my life, I am going to imagine it's the last five minutes of my husband's life. Now this is very sad. I certainly don't want him to die! But I wouldn't waste my last few moments with him whining and complaining. I would say...
...I am happy that we can say we've never had a fight. I am happy that you never talk bad about me to your friends and I never say anything bad about you to mine. I am glad that for all your manly toughness, you don't mind standing in the hallway for 4 or 5 minutes just hugging me. Not talking, just breathing, letting me listen to your heartbeat...
...You are the best thing that's happened to me since 9th grade. I just wish I had known you growing up. I love you.