amazing jet stream this morning. we were sitting on the balcony, my husband and i, when the stripe going up the left was in the making. my husband said, “a cross.” i said, “two for you, and two for me.” i then told him what i meant. his cross is my cross. my cross is his. he is dealing with the aftermath of stomach cancer, and me my endlessly dry eyes. so, we each have two. and that is love´s greatness and love´s great difficulty. and it puts me in mind of Jesus, who bears all our crosses, even when we can´t see it.