Enough

Last week Dave had a really low day.  He came home from school early, feeling miserable.  He initially told me that life was too much to handle, but after talking with me for about an hour he said, "I can handle calling my group to schedule our meeting.  I can handle that.  Is that enough?  Can that be enough?"

I don't think that he realizes just how much that is enough.  Though I almost cried to hear him so miserable, so overwhelmed by life, I was exhilarated to hear that he was willing to do one thing.  It is more than enough.  I think it is enough for me that he keeps living for us.  But it is definitely enough for me when he is willing to keep doing things, keep trying things, to try to get even a little better, for us.