true love

I snicked this picture of my dad and mom.

It was 5:15 in the morning, my dad just helped her use the bathroom and is now giving her pain meds.

When he leaves,  I am there to help her when needed.

To make sure she doesn't fall and hurt her broken arm or break anything else.

She's a sneaky one and has fallen on my watch, luckily she didn't do any harm.

I count myself lucky to see first hand how they love each other.

My dad who is obviously tired never lets it show.

He love and cares without thought of himself.

I watch as it kills him to leave for work each morning.

I watch him and know what love looks like.

If I ever had a doubt about their relationship (which I haven't)

there would be no room left for any of it.

I watch my mom struggle with the lost of freedom.

I watch how at times her mind slips.

I sit next to her at church and know that she hurts, but her testimony is strong

even if her body is weak.

I watch her eye's light up when she see my dad.

They belong to each other, they are side by side in their faith and love. 

If I take one thing from my mom's stomach cancer, from our families stomach cancer,

it will be their love and the service I see day in and day out from my dad.

I am lucky to have such parents.