Now that the immediate cancer scare is over, my husband and I are again relaxed together. He's feeling better because the catheter he's had since Wednesday was removed today. I'm no longer in a caregiver mode. We're acting like lovers again; like the newlyweds we can still claim to be because our one-year anniversary is two months away. These are precious times. Carefree hours that I cherish and for which I'm greedy because life changes in an instant.
We played three games of cribbage tonight. He beat me two out of three games, an unusual occurrence because I am a better player. He got the cards to play so he deserved the games, or maybe it was because he used the silver pegs I always use while I had to use the gold ones that are his. My distant Irish ancestry isn't too far away when it comes to superstitions.
In a few minutes, I'll join him in the TV room and we'll work on the current jigsaw puzzle together. He could do them for hours on end, if he had the time. I like them, but get antsy sitting in one spot for very long.
Life changes - I'm 58 years old and have had many experiences over the past decades. Truthfully I never thought I'd be happy and content being remarried, watching TV and doing jigsaw puzzles, but I am. This life I've moved into is a gift.
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