Monday, January 17, 2011
All last week had been like that.
Somewhere in the middle of that day, Steph thanked me for staying to help. I just smiled.
"It's what we do, isn't it?" I said.
In my mind I was swept to the many days Steph had been there for me as I unpacked my crowded brain, layed out my fears, and opened the doors to the dark corners of my aching heart. I remember her looking into my eyes and saying, "We'll get through this" and believing her.
Its nice to see someone you love reach the end of a long trial. Its good to hear their excitement and hopes for the future. It gladdens the heart to celebrate with them, to breathe that last, oh-so-welcomed sigh of relief, and to slump into a chair and smiling, say, "it's all done."
Not a bad way to spend a Saturday, if you ask me.