Who was the first person you encountered today? Write about him or her.
I’ve never done one of these before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything.
The first person I saw this morning was my husband. I’d show you a picture, but he doesn’t want me to.
He was standing at the kitchen sink, doing the dishes from last night’s meal. This has become his habit in the past year or so. He decided to take on the responsibility both to help me and to give him something to help him stay busy.
Terry had a serious injury a little over a year ago, and he’s in pain every single day. He had to retire. He had never expected to do that. There have been other conditions that have surfaced largely as a result of his injury, and his body has changed. Until last year, he had always been a foot taller than I. Now he’s maybe three inches taller. It’s a shocking change that I’m still having a hard time getting used to. He’s aging faster now. I’m see many signs of age setting in.
Yet, in spite of the pain and debility, my husband still wants to take care of me. It bothers him far more than the pain does that he doesn’t feel strong enough to help me if I should fall, if I should need physical care, or if I have trouble getting up and down the stairs. He’s looking ahead to when all this starts to happen for me, and worrying about how he’ll deal with it.
In the meantime, he does what he can around here to help out. He’s also doing handyman jobs for people who know how good he is at that sort of thing. He’s still taking care of our vehicles. He cuts the grass and plows the snow because we have a tractor he can ride.
I’m learning from him that you take what life offers you and make the best of it. You don’t quit. You don’t lie down and cry because things don’t work the way they used to. Terry has always wanted to be useful. Before his accident, he could still do just about anything he was asked to do. Now, he’s doing less physically taxing things like repairing the hymnbooks at church.
Sometimes i get irritated with my dining room table being his workshop. I’d rather have it that way, though, than to have him sitting in a chair watching TV all the time, having nothing to get up for in the morning.
I am blessed, and I’m thankful.