Something about Saturday’s record-setting warmth caused me to write this, capturing a moment in time…
It was the kind of day when all seemed right in the world. When a kiss of sunshine awakened her from within. A winter February day, when instead of cold and snow, sunshine and warmth of 82 degrees flooded both her world and her soul.
The walk was warm, with no shade in the woods. The stark branches reached heavenward toward the limitless blue sky. The creek beds ran dry, awaiting the spring rains to quench their banks and flow through their rocky beds.
Her youngest daughter, entering the world 14 years ago this day, brought her own kind of sweetness to the world. The daughter was a reminder to live in the moment, to enjoy the fleeting days of this lifetime. She was one of those souls who didn’t worry, didn’t stress, and like her dad, had a calmness about her that was one of their greatest strengths.
As her daughter walked behind her, chatting with a friend, she held tightly to the hand of the one who had held her heart for the past 26 years. The conversation carefree, and at times even silent, as they simply had the joy of being together, on this trail, on this journey. Pausing from the busyness of days, to create this ordinary rhythm, that really in all reality was extraordinary, as he had reminded her on their walk the previous weekend. And as she looked down at the grasp of their hands, her heart was in awe of the extraordinariness of it all.
Then as they walked, a text came, from her daughter behind her, “You guys look so cute” and a photo of the couple walking hand in hand. It’s blurry, and if she was honest, she hates the weight she’d gained over the past several years. And yet, the photo, was a gift from her daughter. A reminder that sometimes, the ordinary, even the imperfect, really is the most beautiful extraordinary there is.
And her heart breathed up a prayer, both thanking God, and asking God to allow their daughters the beauty of their own extraordinary love one day.