What a difference

What a difference a day makes
24 little hours

This weekend we celebrated 35 years of marriage. And yes, it does grow sweeter each year. We spent the time away in the Santa Cruz mountains at a retreat center. We indulged in what seemed the endless buffet, including my favorite of Salmon in a yummy sauce and miles of salads.
Then we were treated to a concert by the Burchfield brothers on classical guitar and Mallet Kat. Not sure what that is? Check it out on the net. It is indescribable.
Then , after a peaceful sleep, we had a nice breakfast and were able to visit with the performers. Then we had a leisurely drive home.
Monday was Jon's first day of retirement. Yeah.
He had visions of, well not sugar plums, but fun and frolic.
But just a few hours into the day, we discovered that he has Prostate Cancer! Now he has an answer to what he will be doing in his early days of retirement- being a patient patient( I hope).
The hope in all this is that none of this was a surprise to God. And He says that He has plan for us, to give us a hope and a future.
So I am hanging on to him for this wild ride. NO time for dancing lessons right now.