"Life is made up of moments, small pieces of glittering mica in a long stretch of gray cement. It would be wonderful if they came to us unsummoned, but particularly in lives as busy as the ones most of us lead now, that won’t happen. We have to teach ourselves how to make room for them, to love them, and to live, really live."
— Anna Quindlen, A Short Guide to a Happy Life
he arranges a gathering, something i don't think he has ever done
in our whole married life, unless you count soccer practices.
he does it with a group text message and somehow mine don't come through
until everyone is committed and food is being discussed and. . .
at this point he turns it over to me.
later that night my phone "lights up" and the messages all
roll in at once, and i feel loved and blessed and seen
all over again.
"Consider the lilies of the field. Look at the fuzz on a baby's ear. Read in the backyard with the sun on your face. Learn to be happy. And think of life as a terminal illness because if you do you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived."
— Anna Quindlen
we pitch in and make a meal,
each of us contributing a little bit here and there.
even the non-cooks can pour a bit of OJ into the champagne.
we eat outside on the newlyweds deck on the table he made for them
and we laugh and talk and make holiday plans and i am so grateful
for these spontaneous hours which are such an unexpected gift.
“I would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think decorating consists mostly of building enough bookshelves.”
― Anna Quindlen
we all tell him "great idea pops!" and he smiles,
feeling pretty smug and proud of himself. later in the car, i tell him thank you.
and, i smile all the way home, while the dog sleeps in my lap.
"It’s great to find that one special person you want to annoy for the rest of your life."
— Anna Quindlen, Lots of Candles, Plenty of Cake