What a beautiful, warm evening in San Jose, California! Lexi and I are sitting out on the front patio enjoying the evening. There is a view of the hills to our right, and if I stand on my tippy-toes I can see Mount Hamilton to the left. Lexi is laying at my feet while I read the daily newspaper. A nice glass of Hefeweizen is next to me. I know, I know, life really is hard :-)
And just when you think it can get any better, our neighbor's children start playing a piano and violin duet.
And just like that, there it is.. one of those enviable moments in life when the world just feels so right. Like a glimpse of a beautiful sunset on a hike or the fragrance of flowers on a Lexi walk. One of those moments when you just have to stop whatever you are doing to be present in the moment.
What I have come to realize is that these moments in time are all around us, but we need to be there to receive them. They are gone in a flash, easily missed between chores and work. Subtle, yet strong, just waiting to be noticed.
In a funny way, this just reminded me of my wedding day. Paul and I were dancing and visiting, eating cake, and participating in typical wedding procedures when, finally, we stopped to look up at the mountains and appreciate the day, the moment, and our lives together. I know I was present during the vows because I can remember every part of the ceremony. Yet, once the reception started, the evening became a blur. Perhaps it was the limoncello :-) But I suspect it was more about the energy and movement of the reception that blurred the edges of time. Moving us through the reception in such a way that the present was gone before we had an opportunity to soak it in.... until that moment when the hills caught my eye and took my breath away. And I realized I was married to an amazing man.. Lucky me..
Write-on,
Faith
