Smile Like You Mean It

We still have a lot to do, but two days of long hours have brought about significant change in our house. As I exited the church and headed for home, a crisp breeze moved my hair to dance in the wind, face upturned to catch a sunbeam a smile splits my face in two. I find myself skipping a bit, unconsciously, as I cross the parking lot towards home. Home. Something to be proud of. Something that we have created together, something that is us, not just mine and not just his. A shared pride in the small life that we are creating together. Entering the door, I scoop up the already purring kitten cuddling him to my chest as I cross the house, turning on the newly fixed furnace. Taking time to look at the spare bedroom, hang my purse on the chair, my puffy vest on the coat rack. Taking in the newness of this place, savoring it before this life becomes routine, savoring the assurance that routine brings to life.

It is somehow possible that Saturday is only moments away. Possible that dreams and hopes and prayers are becoming reality. There is no where else I would rather be, then celebrating with my nearest and dearest. Life lately is fully of adventure and comfort. Joy and happy tears. Warm sunshine and cold breezes. I consider myself blessed.