Everyday, around each corner another package for me to unwrap and see what's inside.
7 packages containing the most perfect weather you ever did see. Each one wrapped up in a blue sky the exact color of my love's eyes.
The gift of digging out a light sweater or two, of feeling it on your skin, making the cold as delicious as any chocolate I've ever tasted.
A long talk on the phone with a friend that made me see her anew, that gave me such hope for the type of people I long to surround my children with. A talk that reflected back like a mirror my passions and dreams.
A bike ride or two, being wrapped around and above and below in a perfect day. Feeling the wind on my face as we go down a hill and letting go, singing at the top of my lungs of my Father God.
Making a fall all my own, around my door, in my rooms, to remind me of the beauty I left long ago, leafs in all their splendor, red, orange, gold, never losing their affect on me, year after year, that beauty is a gift He's given us.
Feety pajamas on little feet, the way they sound plodding down the stairs, they way they turn my children back into babies, for just a moment, how they scream out to me, come cuddle up on the couch with me mama and let's pass the time in a way that matters.
A garden that is not worn out by sun and heat, producing abundantly, a bell pepper there, a cucumber here, butternut squash to last the whole year through, and the promise of homemade salsa soon.
A day at the park, a sudden plan, leaving behind to-do lists and worries. Spending hours on the playground and then just when I think I should have brought a picnic because it's too beautiful to go home and eat, a "gourmet" to-go food truck is there to feed us and provide us with a memory, an adventure.
Each day a gift, a love story written out to me, you are My child and you are precious in My sight.
Can you see it? He speaks in your own language, whispering I am here and you, you are loved.