Saturday. That great day between the last day of the work week and the day before the first day of the work week. Why is there only one of those days each week? I really tried to make this one count. Tara started feeling weak from Thursday’s chemotherapy. Not horrible. Just weak. The kids had places to be, so I played taxi, and I loved every minute of it. I had time alone in the car with each of them. In between trips I came home, sat on the bed with Tara and we talked. We had several long gazes into each other’s eyes ended with an “I love you”.
Tara really wanted to go to church tonight but couldn’t muster the strength. I had a plan. I took my iPad and FaceTimed the entire worship service to her. She was able to participate from the comfort of her bed. It was dark in the bedroom where she was, and I could’t see her on my end of the iPad. I wondered if she was there and I texted her from my phone. The glow of her phone when the text arrived lit up her face and on the iPad I could see her. She is beautiful. I kept texting to light up her face…..again and again.
This is day 39. We are making it. God has given us strength and joy for this day. Tomorrow, I am confident there will be some for tomorrow. He has proven it 39 times.