When Barton and I are our in public, our love for each other is very visible to others- in the looks shared between us, when I ride in Barton’s lap or the way Barton puts his arm around my waist.
One day, when we were taking the bus to church, the bus driver kept looking at us. As she unbuckled the straps around Barton’s wheelchair, she asked me, “Is he your brother?” Of which I replied, “We’re married.” I had to repeat it for her to absorb my words. She smiled and said, “I knew by the way ya’ll looked at each other that he wasn’t your brother.” How interesting that though she could not define our relationship, she could feel the love and connection between Barton and I.
Often, I am told that I am so good to have married Barton, and will try to explain how Barton has contributed to our family. There is nothing that I can say that will change people’s opinions about our relationship. While many people dismiss the ability that Barton has, when people see Barton and I together, how we interact and communicate, they are able to see love in its purest form, without condition, judgment or explanation.
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