December 18, 2017
Before we left Charlotte yesterday, we attended church with Steve’s parents and family. How wonderful to be with my daughter, my son, my husband, my brother-in-law, all singing “Joy to the World.”
And to make it even more special, we were singing in the church were Steve and I were married almost 36 years ago. (Anniversary is January 2.)
We left for Florida right after church got over. Since Nathan was along, he and Steve did all the driving while Sarah and I lolled around in non-driving luxury.
At point while Steve was driving, I snapped this photo telling Nathan and Sarah, “You KNEW I would have to get this shot at some point, didn’t you?” It was a strange but wonderful feeling to look back and see both of my kids in the back seat once again.
We were ever so glad to pull into Aburndale and see Meagan run out of the front door with happy greetings–kisses for Nathan, hugs for the rest of us. Her welcome was so sweet.
This morning we were attacked in our bed by two certain grandchildren.
Later on, they played us a concert on the piano we got them last Christmas.
The thing I love about these two photos is that they both contain a blur–a blur of motion, excitement, joy.
Those blurs are a reminder that these days will pass too soon and I need to treasure them while they are here. So here’s to all the blurs of our lives.
I am going out to the living room to embrace a couple of those blurs right now.
Thrift stores, fuzzy socks
and conversing with my Yorkie
are all on the list of things I love.