"We're Tuesday people," he said.
Tuesday people, I repeated.
(an excerpt from Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom)
We're Thursday people.
It's been Thursdays for 8 years now that I have had company for supper, visiting and television.
It was a Thursday we cooked a large portion of our wedding meal.
It was the wee hours of a Thursday morning when I went into labour for my firstborn.
It was a Thursday when they discovered the growth.
It was a Thursday when he was pulled from my womb.
"I don't need to see him anymore." A simple little statement but J-L and I both had tears in our eyes when Dr. Wiseman said it. You see, it's gone. There is still some loose skin there where it once was but nothing more - certainly not enough to make surgery worthwhile. Dr. Wiseman was stunned when he looked at Jack's back. He wasn't comfortable with J-L referring to it as a miracle but nonetheless he was shocked and amazed. That's fine, doctor, you can fall back on your science, we'll fall back on our God.
47 weeks. That’s how long that thing was a part of our lives. 47 weeks. I have a friend who gets rather introspective at the beginning of each year. She's made the comment to me more than once that you "just never know". You just don't know what lies ahead. You don't know what the next year will bring. We had no idea at the beginning of 2008 what would affect the majority of the year. And yet now here we are at the end of the year and the end of the growth.