There’s a couple in our church who’ve been married over 60 years.
They’re in a season of jet-setting, of cruises and spontaneous trips up to New England to see the fall leaves. They drive all over to visit family and seem busier now than I am with my four kids.
They’ve known sadness too. They’ve had cancer, lost family members to cancer, even lost a child to cancer.
About a year ago, I passed by my husband as he was chatting with the husband-half of this dynamic duo and I heard these words of wisdom:
These are the best days, when your kids are young. I remember when all our kids were little and at home and it was crazy, but those were the best days.
I didn’t catch any other part of that conversation, but oh how those words dug down deem within me.
The other day, I said to my husband as…
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