Today the occupational therapist visited the house. She talked to my mom about helping her get back to doing the regular things she does around the house. One concern that was brought up last week was the height of the bed. My parents have an old 4-poster bed that has been their possession since early on in their 64 year marriage. Some work was done to the frame so it would hold a very large, comfortable mattress. At this point, it was difficult – if not impossible – for my mom to get in and out of it by herself. My dad is a sentimental man and did not want to have to remove the bed. But, a few days ago, we took the frame apart and set the box springs and mattress on the floor. This put it at just the right height for my mom to get in and out with no problem. We were able to keep the headboard in place, so part of their old bed is still there. This was a big sacrifice for my dad. My mom showed the new style bed to the occupational therapist who was glad that it was a safer option. The two of them went through some chores that my mom usually does. My dad was right there to demonstrate how he does his part as well. At the end of the visit, the therapist said that they have a good system in place. My dad responded with, “I don’t call it a system, I call it a marriage.”  Beautiful.

I Found God today in a wonderful witness to the beauty of marriage.