Morning Musings...

The house is quiet right now.  I'm sipping my coffee and enjoying the sunshine from a cool, spring day.  It has been almost a week since Joe's surgery and the days have passed surprisingly quickly.  As we planned for this time, I worried that each day would feel like an eternity, just waiting for the eight weeks of recovery to be over.  I'm not so naive to think that there won't be any days like that, but I'm grateful that every day hasn't felt that way.  In fact, I'm terribly grateful for a lot of things this quiet morning.  I'm grateful for my dad who took time off of work to take Joe to the hospital and be there for the surgery.  I'm grateful for my step-mom who made a delicious pot pie for us that was so comforting this week.  I'm grateful for my mom and Mark who welcomed Alex to their home which gave us a quiet and low-key week and gave Alex a fun Spring Break filled with memories.  I'm grateful for my sister who has been very gracious to me in a multitude of ways.  I'm grateful for the beautiful people that have been coming to my home to help me each day... I'm overwhelmed with their kindness, compassion, and friendship.  I'm grateful for all of the meals that have already come and those that are on the way.  I'm grateful for Joe who has taken care of me for so long and who is now able to take care of himself.  I'm grateful for the hope there is in Easter.  There are days when I am so burdened with the difficulties of our family's circumstances, but today I'm grateful for the still and peaceful mornings where my coffee is hot and mercies are evident.