Not to say that prayers are always answered, or even answered when we feel we need them, but I do believe God knows and cares for what is best for us and, in that regard, I had a prayer answered Thursday night.
My last post was written Thursday and the angst was clearly present. As I trudged in the door that evening, prepared to kiss Randy hello and goodbye in the same moment he held Eve in his arms with a big smile on his face.
"Kathryn has the stomach flu. Isn't that great?"
Now, generally this news is greeted with some sadness or empathy for the way the poor woman must be feeling, but my first reaction caused my face to mirror that of my husband. I took the baby from him and smiled back. "That is great news."
"And the roads are too bad for the kids to come for training, so I have no where to go. Let's order chinese and hang out tonight."
I smiled a little hugged him tightly. "That sounds fabulous."
So, an hour later we were stuffed to the gills with sweet and sour chicken, each of us holding a baby on our laps and grinning at each other like goofy teenagers. What a difference a night together makes! We didn't do anything out of the ordinary. We sat by each other in the living and played with our babies, watched a movie and talked a little. And it was perfection.
It was what we both desperately needed. So, for answered prayers - a heartfelt thank you.
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