We are about three weeks away from the two-year anniversary of Steve’s diagnosis.
I’m not entirely sure why, but I feel nervous about it. Anxious. Wary.
Many good things are happening. Our Tessie turns 18 the same day (the diagnosis was on her sweet sixteen which is a birthday bummer if ever there was one.) The book will be released five days later. Things are well, they really are.
But, still, something is gnawing at my nerves and making me feel the weight attached to a milestone of such import. Life has never been the same. In some ways, it’s been better. In some ways, it’s been…I don’t even have the words. But it hasn’t been the same and sometimes I really miss the same. I miss what we had, what we knew for sure. I miss the things we could count on and isn’t that an ironic sentence since it turned out…we couldn’t?
So, no clever, amusing or spiritual wrap up to this. Just this: I am a little battle-weary today and uneasy about February 10. And I would welcome your prayers, thoughts, or silly jokes.
Thank you, blog friends, for sticking with me through thick and thin, happy and sad, sunshine and rain. I love you.
P.S. Auspicious = promising favor or good fortune. I wanted to use ‘inauspicious” for the title, but I am believing that this anniversary will be the promise of something good. Because He is good. And life inside His promise is good. So, “auspicious” it is.