We sat at our younger daughter's track meet. It had been a tough week for us, probably more so for him than me. While I popped pain pills and slept my life away, my husband ran himself ragged taking care of all of my stuff on top of his usual busy schedule. But this morning was nice. It was the first time I'd been out of the house in nearly a week. The sun was shining. A gentle spring breeze was blowing.
We sat. And watched. And sat. No running around. No, now who needs to be where when? No, honey you need to lay down. No, what do I need to pick up? No more do you need anythings? Just the two of us, sitting side by side on a beautiful morning.
At some point my right hand found his left and our fingers tangled. As we talked he placed his right hand over top of the others and continued the tangling and untangling of fingers. I was glad to be sitting there with him and felt our normal returning. A simple, brief moment was just what we needed to confirm what had been clouded by a minor crisis.
He loves me.
And I'm crazy about him.
What a gift.
Thank You, Lord.