The Best Day Ever

Saturday morning, early

We're still in bed, and the kids are still asleep. "Agent, I have to tell you something," I say, snuggling up next to him. "You're going to think it's nutty, but I'm your wife, and you have to love me through the crazy."

"What is it?" The Agent asks.

I take a deep breath. "I'm a little worried about the rapture coming today."

The Agent chuckles. "Oh, Babe."

"I know, it's crazy. But I'm still worried."

"Honey, the rapture is not coming today. And even if it is coming today, we're certainly not going."

"Well, you're for sure not going. I'm still a question mark. I know I have trouble with my faith, but the Bibles says my faith only needs to be the size of a grain of sand. I'm counting on that."

The Agent says nothing.

"Anyway, that's not what I'm worried about," I continue. "It's the kids. They will for sure get raptured away. How am I going to live without them? I'm so selfish: how am I going to let them go without begging God to let them stay with me?"

A tear falls from my eye.

"Well," The Agent says. "We're just going to have to make sure our last day with them is the best day ever." The Agent gets out of bed and walks to the window. "It's a beautiful day today. Let's go out and make some memories."

So we did. We went out and had the best day ever.

As we should every day.