This morning Steve and I sat on the porch drinking coffee and eating Honey Nut Cheerios. There were a few moments of peace before a minivan passed.
Was that (insert name of band parent here)? Is there band today? Is our son awake?
Peace interruptus ensued as Steve ran inside and upstairs to wake teenage boy. A friend who drives pulled up, and we waved him along.
We’ll drive him in. He just woke up. Thanks!
Risky move there on our part. That usually means said teenager will come running out of the house, fully ready to leave, fully annoyed with us for taking matters into our own hands and cramping his style.
It worked. This time. Small graces.
We sat together a few minutes longer, waiting for our boy to be ready. A neighbor walked by with her dog.
I’ve been meaning to tell you how nice the porch looks! So relaxing and restful.
In that instant, I tried to view through those eyes, because, honestly, life has been neither relaxing nor restful, lately. Writing is my outlet, and you see how much of that has been happening!
Seasons are changing again.
Returning to the present, I realized that for a few more minutes, my luvvah and I could drink coffee and eat cereal before the rest of the day took over. That moment was both relaxing and restful, and I chose to embrace it.
Embrace. I remember that word!