For the past ten years, our lives have been simple:
He still works as an electronics repairman, and I run a small pastry shop in the town center.
In the afternoon, we sit on the porch, sipping tea and listening to the maple leaves fall.
But this autumn is different.
James started coughing a lot, feeling tired, and then one day he fainted in the repair shop.
The doctor at the hospital spoke softly but firmly:
“He has a heart problem. He needs surgery soon.”
I was stunned.
He held my hand and smiled softly:
“Don’t look so scared, Sarah. I’ve fixed broken things all my life… I’ll fix this one too.”
I burst into tears.
Not because I was afraid of losing him – but because for the first time, I realized how much I loved him.
The surgery lasted 6 hours.
I sat in the cold hallway, my hands clutching a cold cup of tea, praying for him.
When the doctor came out, he smiled softly:
“The surgery was successful. He is a very strong man.”
I bowed my head, tears falling – not because of fear, but because I knew that God had given me more time with him.
When James woke up, he whispered:
“I dreamed that you were making tea. I knew I couldn’t go anywhere because I hadn’t had that cup of tea yet.”