For the past 14+ years, each morning upon waking, reflexively, I offer up prayers of gratitude for the blessing of life with my husband. The simple things like rolling over to see his face, hearing his drowsy rhythmic breathing, and the sharing of under-blanket warmth have been appreciated exponentially more in these recent months.
Cancer, the Great Clarifier, has polished my perceptions of day-to-day life---igniting a new spark illuminating everyday elements that merit profound thanksgiving.
Yesterday, watching Scott's chest rise and fall, I offered upwards, "God, please make sure my man knows how very much I love him, today and everyday."
Before you could say Jiminy Cricket, my very loud inner voice shouted, "That's your job."
Sometimes, God says, "Duh"---- and in such instances, it's as wise a word as ever heard.

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