Ebb and Flow

Saturday will mark three months since R's last day of work. In less than two weeks, he'll walk into into his first class. The days between the end of one season and the start of another have been filled with ordinary tasks and an extraordinary God. Somewhere in the middle, our bond has been strengthened.

We are changing as individuals and as partners. It's not easy. Our roles have been firmly etched into the bedrock of 17 years of marriage. Yet we are learning to grow and stretch beyond limitations and expectations. We discover a new, deeper camaraderie.

We've stood together as our girl has departed for a mission trip and youth camps.

We've waited impatiently for her to return.

We've savored our time alone.

We've strolled hand-in-hand on the brick pathways of his future.

We've worked together to provide for our family. He gardens. I preserve and bake.

We've instituted family reading time. He studies calculus. I study my girl. 

We've dated.

We've laughed.

We've cried.

We've sprawled out on our comfy sofa watching our favorite series on DVD.

It's the ebb and flow of life.

Insignificant.

Invaluable.