Been Blessed?

It’s great to see the grass cut on the property even though it’s nowhere near my front door. Here stuck in the breezeway, it’s a welcome sight to see the medium strip along the parking lot and the kids playground trimmed. If I ain’t mistaken my wife is watching Sponge Bob Square Pants, because I can hear it through my office door. Still even through all the singing and dancing and that uncomfortable laugh. The birds outside the window forage through the fresh cut grass for something to eat.

I suppose I feel so whimsical because I got a phone call from someone I dearly love, while running errands. We only spoke briefly about grandbaby news. But for the 45 years we’ve known each other, no language is needed to describe what was really being said. So as we exchanged pleasantries and silently went about our afternoons. There’s a certain peace of mind that was exchanged that neither one of us can explain.

It's a living thing between two people that describes their love and connection. A force that cannot be defined by mere words or even actions. It’s a thing that even happily married folks often miss, but that’s okay. For even the best of us are imperfect and so it goes with who we bond. Taking a rest from an otherwise busy afternoon, few things say “rest” or “I love you”, more than a genuine smile and a sparkle in someone’s eye. And if you are lucky enough to find that at least once, if not twice in your lifetime. Consider yourself lucky. Because my friend that means, you’ve truly been blessed.