He assured me that no, he was not being ironic and yes, he was praying.
I was almost too afraid to ask after I posted all lovey-dovey. What if I'd have to come back here and say it was all in my imagination?
He looked kind of sheepish like he got caught thinking I might die. I asked if I should be worried that he's so worried. He said he's not worried "it's just..."
I filled in. "Unacceptable for me to kick off?"
I agree. Guess there will be no dying this year. It's unacceptable.
My apologies for using the term "dying." I know that even IF there was something there, chances are good that whatever it is can be removed and we'll live another 85 years and there is probably nothing there in the first place. After all, Hubs prayed and I got tingles. And on top of THAT, God is still in control. But, you know, as a mother my second worst fear is that I'd have to leave them to fend for themselves.
Now where are those chocolate chip cookies?
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