Day 112: Feeling at Home in a Fleeting Moment

After another day of cross training while my little love was at play practice, we came home to BBQ chicken and sweet potato fries. It was a beautiful day… the first truly spring-like day this year. While eating outside at our little table on the porch, I thought of all the meals we have eaten out there in spring and summer the last couple of years. Some with a glass of wine, some with little bit pretending to be a horse, some with the company of friends, but always with contentment in my heart. That feeling of “this is right, this is home.”

Then little love asks to go for a walk so she can ride her scooter. So off we go and again, I reflect on this time last year and how she could barely operate the scooter last summer.

But some things do change with time. As I watched her charge down the road, half a block ahead of me the whole time, I thought about the saying regarding motherhood that the day’s seem to stand still but the years fly by. Here we are… another year… another spring… another moment to love.

Blonde girl with pink shirt and black pants riding her scooter off into the distance.

Day #105: Stay in the Moment, It May Be Magical

Snow happened again today and as surprising as that is on March 4th, it was beautiful. In the midst of watching the world glow white again, I was offered an opportunity that brought such hope to my heart. And I thought, “This moment couldn’t be more perfect.”

And it made me think about moments… how the same things can happen, words spoken, routine done… but every once in a while it’s like a moment get injected with magic… it comes alive… it breathes life. And it’s impossible to know when it might occur that way and even if you try to recreate that moment later… you may never feel that sparkle of energy in it again. For instance, Saturday I ran five miles on the track at the gym. About mile four, I suddenly got chills, my legs felt light, the right song came on, and I soared through the mile… smiling and almost giggling to myself. Tuesday, I ran five miles on the track at the gym. I survived it.

I say words to my Love all the time, sweet words, encouraging words, loving words. But the other morning, I rolled over, snuggled up and whispered. “I love this man.” He groaned under the weight of the moment. The magic of being at peace in a moment–settled into each other.

So there, gentle readers, another reason to stay in the moment because you never know when the magic will appear.

Day #48

Stolen moments…

Even just the sound of the them makes me lick my lips in anticipation.
It’s those silly, romantic, or deeply personal moments that make the day.
The space between the ordinary.
Where Love dances to music while I cook breakfast.
Where I get to sit in his lap and get ️snuggles before my next appointment.
Where I sneak away for a tea and some chocolate mid-afternoon.
Where I take a walk around a park next door to a school I work at, before heading back to the office.
As I walk, I think, “These are the moments I build alters on, this is my sacred.”

And the ducks and the sun and the trees seem to whisper their agreement.

Close up image of manga salsa, beef lettuce wraps.
Mango salsa beef wrap for lunch.