It’s Tuesday. A month shy of a year ago, we learned of Tim’s cancer….on a Tuesday. 

Today was a normal day: school, work, errands, all the busy.  Tim and I sat in the oncologist’s office this morning before the day sped forward, and heard the word we’ve been waiting almost a year for:  Remission.  

There have been lots of Tuesdays in between the bad news and the good.  We’re particularly grateful for this Tuesday.  

Tonight, as I stood amongst dinner dishes, I looked up past the celebratory Dollar Store star balloons (turns out that ‘remission’ balloons aren’t easy to find on short notice) to a normal, everyday scene: Tim and kids and dogs and sunlight casting warm shadows and nobody doing a whole lot. Normal Tuesdays, right now, are everything. 

We may not know how long the remission will last, but we’ve been gifted more Tuesdays - the normal and the bad and the good, and maybe some extraordinary.  We get to live.