This was supposed to be a normal weekend. All of the kids were home (which isn’t always normal, but it is always nice). We had planned on helping Jason pick up some irrigation pipe as harvest is quickly approaching and spending Sunday at the house installing flooring into one of the bathrooms.
Friday night I kissed the kids, tucked them into bed, and brainstormed ideas for my latest post from Her View From Home post while I waited for Jason and Maddie to get home from my nephew’s high school football game.
Saturday morning a small miracle happened at our house. The kids let us sleep until 8:30 A.M. Not only is that extremely unusual as they are all very early risers, we awoke on our own. No one was fighting, yelling about breakfast or asking for t.v. time.
That was when our son plopped down on our bed and began asking me a question. His speech seemed a little slurred and I thought his face looked distorted.
As I grabbed my glasses to get a better look I noticed that the right side of his face wasn’t keeping up with the left. It looked like he’d been to the dentist and had his mouth numbed to treat a cavity. I quickly got Jason up to see what was going on, without trying to alert our son that I was freaking out on the inside! As the words “stroke”, “paralysis” popped into my head the fear got real…fast.
Dealing with this completely disrupted our weekend. We didn’t do any farm work, we didn’t get the haircuts I had planned, we didn’t even get all of Nora’s vision therapy done. Instead, I had a realization at the doctor’s office Saturday morning while I was scared out of my mind waiting for test results that I needed to embrace the moment.
There are no guarantees that tomorrow will come, that things will be the same next week or that we will get to finish our to-do list. So Blake and I snuggled at the doctor’s office. We had some of the kids’ favorite snacks that afternoon while vegging out at home watching football, reading books, and cuddling on the couch. We enjoyed family today.
Read those books to your kids (even if it’s the 14th time this week), tuck them in, giggle, and relish them. Kiss your husband, tell him he is still your favorite, tell your parents that you love (and then put away the cell phones), and have a family meal because only God knows what tomorrow will bring.