A Crack in the Armor
The morning was going well, stayed in bed a little longer than normal in each other’s arms; had our second cup of coffee; heard the weather for the week ahead; and finished breakfast when the phone rang. “Good morning daughter” I answered as we proceeded to talk about schedules for the upcoming weeks. What about visits from the grandkids and keeping her safe? How I’ll deal with my mother-in-law’s upcoming cancer surgery next week and fitting that into Suzanne’s schedule….