So many of you have been praying for me, praying for my family, knowing the loss we have suffered this year.
March brought the news that Mama only had 1-3 years. We hoped for some miracle. We hoped there would be some other news, but each visit only brought more knowledge of the growing cancer in her body.
I know it must have been incredibly painful for Paul to watch me hurt. He would come home and just hold me while I cried. He prayed for, and encouraged me each day.
One day, he came home to tell me he had decided that by fall I might really need some rest. He looked and looked and was able to locate a beach house, the exact beach house we stayed in with my mom nearly 20 years ago. He found it and rented it for us for four days. I was in shock- it was unexpected and so very thoughtful. We’ve only been away from our children one time (for 2 nights), when it was not a work-related trip during our entire marriage.
We both wondered if we might need to cancel if she were too sick for me to be away. I knew she would be finished with her first round of chemo. It was my understanding that she might have a time when she could return to work for a while.
Of course, it wasn’t meant to be- the Lord had unexpected timing.
The summer ended and fall began. It was time for our trip a week ago, on Monday.
The original beach trip had been one she mentioned quite often. She had enjoyed the time looking for shells. She brought a huge pool net to catch crabs and little fish. The children loved seeing what she would dip out of the water.
The weather was perfect last week …too cool for swimming, but absolutely wonderful for just lingering in the breeze.
Our first day was a planned trip to Lambert’s Cafe. We have a special fondness for this place….it was delicious, as usual!
It was a week full of sweet, wonderful memories. I am a blessed woman. I am married to a man who cares for me more than I’ll ever deserve.
God is good. All the time.
Four days of absolutely *PERFECT* memories with my best friend.
I love you, Paul.