So it has been an incredibly busy week. We spent Thanksgiving Day with my family which included breakfast, dinner and playing at the park.
Thursday evening we drove up the NE to spend the weekend with the Hubby's family.
While we were in NE, 3 1/2 hours from home, I got a call Saturday night that said my dad was in the hospital. Fighting down my immediate urge to drive back that very evening (he was not, after all, in critical condition), we stayed until Sunday afternoon before heading home. The Boy did not nap in the car as I had expected him to which caused the trip to seem longer than it actually was. And when we finally did get home I had to wait until my sister had finished nursing her newborn before we carpooled up to the hospital.
Walking into his room the first thing I noticed was that my mom was sitting in bed with him. It seemed the most natural thing in the world that instead of using the chair she wanted to be close to him, to give (and receive) that physical support. I almost cried.
It is now Tuesday and my dad is heading home. Want to know who's driving him? That's right, my mom, who has been by his side ever since this morning and as much as was physically possible the last few days.
Sometimes my parents drive each other crazy (as is natural for people who have been together for more than 30 years). But seeing how they care for each other is an encouragement that I take with me into my own marriage. Love and commitment to the good of the other person is the basis for relationships that stand the tests of time, kids and hospital stretches.