There are quiet moments I’ve held more precious the past few days. Gifts packaged in small moments sprinkled across my days like a present from Heaven.
I stepped outside Monday evening and the sunset had painted the sky an array of colors which backlit the tree sitting beside my driveway. I climbed into the back of Bray’s pick up truck to snap pictures to hold onto the moment.
I woke early this morning and drove into the sunrise. It was blinding and beautiful. A wise friend of mine had unexpectedly been available for a short notice breakfast. We sat at the corner table in a gorgeous space and traded insight into the other’s present challenges. Perspective and laughter and understanding – a gift to start my day.
One of my dearest friends and I have been in a text frenzy the past several days. We are so much alike and are able to appreciate the nuttiness of each other’s Virgo-planner-Type A chick sensibility, and our husbands get a break. She is a gift and her texts always crack me up.
My daughter asked me sit with her on the couch after dinner so we could face one another as she offered a play by play of her morning camp activities. I was completely enchanted by each word.
My son, while we were curled up together at bedtime last night, said he loved me a google times a google times a google and back. I told him I loved him the same, “plus two.” He laughed and laughed. We went on like that with his exuberant profession of his love and my plus two’s for many iterations.
I remember, years ago, reading Ann Voskamp’s One Thousand Gifts. It was a gift then but has come back to the forefront of my mind in these challenging, and often dark, times. She frames it as a dare to live fully right where you are.
I’m trying not to take ONE moment for granted. I am trying to be ever thankful for the moments I have with my kids and my husband and my friends and the beauty that surrounds me when I step outside, even in our hot Houston July. I don’t want to miss it. I don’t want to forget all this goodness.