Family history repeats itself

She said she heard it crack when she went down. All I heard was a shriek of pain as she grabbed for my arm on her way down.

With a day off recently, I had been catching up on yard work and my better half followed me out to the back yard to offer her input into the chores I had been toiling over.

I knew it was coming, finally she said it. “Will you get the chaise lounger out for me?” She asks me every spring, I get it out and she lays on it once and it sits there on the patio the rest of the summer.

I got it out like an obedient spouse (I learned years ago not to complain about it) and she followed me across the yard toward the patio. I stepped over the hole in the lawn the dog had dug earlier in the spring, she stepped right in it.

My wife is tough. She’s come back from a stroke, a chronic auto immune disease, a bad car accident and an arthritic toe that had to be surgically fused and most recently gall bladder surgery.

God has tested her physically and mentally over and over. Along the way she lost what little sense of balance she started with and we’ve found over the years she doesn’t bounce back onto her feet when she falls down. She just goes boom.