People younger than thirty probably never experienced talking on phones that were tethered to the wall. But it was the norm for all of my childhood, and the luxury of an extra long, curly cord meant I could stretch it all the way to the dining room table and eat cereal while I talked. 

Now of course phones are as portable as pockets, and travel all day, every day. But they need to get their power from somewhere, and even the best of them must find a plug by bedtime. My son bought me a charger that can tweak out a few extra hours, which comes is handy. 

Fortunately the phone gives me a heads up when it is getting tired, and flashes a red light to please find an outlet. Benjamin takes those warnings seriously, and hunts around inspecting pads and computers, plugging in anything with less than 90%. Because you can't be too careful. 

This week was technically the last week of our current marriage group. In closing thoughts a few people mentioned that it had recharged their relationship. It can be easy to drift into co living, with two jobs, and separate cars, letting conversation waft into the bare essentials. I admit that marriage group and church are some of the few times John and I sit side by side.

But after we mentioned our willingness to keep going, I was surprised to hear every couple chime in.

"Yes. We need this. Let's continue."

Because you can't be too careful.