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September 6th, 2011
Sometimes it hits me, this life we’ve created.
One night this past weekend my husband got out of bed at 12:42 a.m. and snuck down the hall, through the kitchen and into the garage to turn off the timer set for the sprinklers. He turned off the timer so he could mow the lawns in the morning, the lawns that belong to us because they came with the house we bought.
Sometimes it hits me, this life we’ve created. It seems simple, so run of the mill that most things are tended to without notice or acknowledgment. But sometimes the realization strikes and I am taken by surprise.
It doesn’t matter how many years we’ve owned this house, how many times the lawns have been mowed. Or how long we’ve been together or how many milestones we’ve seen our children meet and surpass.
Sometimes it hits. It really hits, and for those moments, I am grateful. Those flashes of unbelievableness. Those times that I have to work my way back to how this all started and where he and I all began. Those mini shock waves when I am stung by the greatness of it.
I am in love with those moments and I crave them forever. And I fall asleep in gratitude.
Sometimes I need to remember to take a pause from everything to see the beauty in it all and I always know I can count on your writing to do that for me. <3 Thanks!