John called to me from the back porch. "Come and see" he said.
I looked up from working on "Spelling Bee" and listening to Morning Joe. I put down the I pad and went to where he was. And looked. The sky was glorious. It was pink and mirrored in the water. I took pictures and just stood and looked at this beautiful sight.
What I know to be true is that there is so much beauty and wonder that I miss. I live in a morning routine like most people. Coffee, puzzles, tv and eventually I do come to a morning devotional practice. That is good, but still - there is so much I miss.
I take pictures and they never capture what it looks like. It is a pathetic attempt to try to capture what is transient. Because that pink sky lasted for about 15 minutes and then it was gone.
This is a trite thought, but I still write it this morning. Nothing lasts - not the good, not the bad.
This is the last year that my grandson Jackson is in high school. This spring is the last time we will go to see him run. There is a sweetness to gathering in the fall or the spring with the whole family - with Jackson's parents, Kacey and Brett and the other grandparents and his aunts and uncles and cousins to watch him. We have watched him play soccer, and run cross country and run track. I have missed many opportunities usually because of my schedule. It is all coming to an end. and in June there will be a big party to celebrate the completion of this milestone. It seems like it was only 15 minutes ago that he was a little boy running around. He soon will join the three granddaughters who are all in college and truly young adults. Nothing lasts.
So, I sit here today in gratitude for my new husband who helps me to put down the things that distract me from seeing the beauty that surrounds me. So, that I can live in appreciation and gratitude for this moment of wonder.
