my cup runneth over
yesterday shawn and i were talking about our weekend agenda. sunday is our usual day to visit gram but the last few visits have been not so great. she's been cranky, tired, generally un-lucy-like. i told shawn that he didn't need to come this week if he didn't want to. and he said, "but what if she's good. i wouldn't want to miss that." i didn't think about it much until this morning.
i was driving to a funeral, in the rain, in heavy traffic. i was thinking about the funeral i was headed to and thinking about grandma and it hit me, like a ton of bricks. i have the best husband ever.
and then at the funeral, reciting the 23rd psalm, my cup really does runneth over. i am a lucky, lucky girl.