Awakened by sunlight streaming through the window.
I hear the boys downstairs, doing what boys do.
Still, I don’t stir.
I remember days, early in our covenant, when we would lie like this—side by side, late into the morning.
Then, there were no children to care for…no pressing commitments.
Just he and I.
I turn on my side and study his face in the morning light.
My heart leaps at this still sleeping.
The beauty I see is not visible to the eyes of others.
It is the beauty of the passing of time.
I stumble around in my mind to remember—to remember those days of sleeping in—and the time written on his face humbles me. My heart is melting.
My mother’s ears still hear…a rustling downstairs…they are getting into the donuts. These sweet treats I bribe with…so I can have this treasure, this time in the morning sun.
Later, we will rake the leaves—yes, this glorious quilt must be lifted and shaken out—
We will work side-by-side…
Just he and I.
And I notice–we are alone together more these days.
Boys have other interests now, often tire of our grown up ways.
So we learn to be together this way again.
We find this precious jewel that has been forgotten. And we handle it carefully, with tender hands.
The seasons of this life change; they flow one into another, and if we are careful, each will be more beautiful than the last.
And for this, I am thankful.
On this Thanksgiving Eve, I stand in awe of the endless gifts I have been given.
May your Thanksgiving be blessed, Beloved!