This morning I drove Mary to a small diagnostic medical procedure, one that we all go through when we reach a certain age. It involves some dietary restricitions for a few days which ramp up the day before and... you know the one.
At any event, driving her there I felt the somewhat rare sense of absolute clarity that I was in the right place, doing exactly what I should be doing. This sense often evades me during the day, when I have a variety of items on my task list calling out for attention like a small child at the playground. "Look at me! Look at me!" they clamor all at once.
Taking your spouse in for a medical procedure is not one of those moments. There's no ambiguity or uncertainty, which is comforting.
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