In Everyone's Life a Little Rain Must Fall...and Flowers will Usually Follow

The moon was high and pale, almost full. The sky was still black with wispy clouds hurrying by on their way to somewhere else.

The wind cut through  my coat as I stood waiting by the car for Husband to lock the door so we could leave.

It was our anniversary and we were headed south. I was beginning to get hungry.

We had decided not to spend a lot of money; no gifts, only eating at a  nice restaurant to celebrate. We'd had some extra expenses lately, and being as we were dumb enough to get married a month after Christmas, our pockets were a little empty.

I had anticipated the day, being with Husband of thirty-one years, just us, just 'doing', not rushing or anything.

Then at 4:45 a.m. the phone rang and it was Other Brother saying to "Put your britches on and get down here."

Mother was sick again.

Of course, we were all afraid it was another blockage and the ambulance hurriedly took her away, with all of us in tow.

Turns out she has a U.T.I. and maybe some other stuff, the tests will determine what that might be. She's losing blood somewhere as her count as gone from 12 at the doc's a few weeks ago to 10 when she was in the ER yesterday to 8 a little while ago.

But she is feeling better this morning, after fierce antibiotics given I.V. 

So, our anniversary didn't turn out exactly like we'd planned. Most of the day Husband was in the E.R. waiting room and I was in the E.R. with Mother.

We did get to eat out - if Wendy's gobbled down in the hospital counts.

When we got home though, we had flowers. Daughter had written in a card words sweet enough to make a grown man cry and had spent part of her meager money on a bouquet for us.

Older, younger, all the generations surround us.

Troubled or celebratory, they are the tapestry that makes our lives rich.

Thank God for what you have.