It was one of those very ordinary moments that lifts outside of itself and plays like a beautiful scene before your eyes.

I’m in the kitchen working on dinner over the stove and my husband is explaining how his grounds work has made him sore. I just laugh out loud because it’s us getting old. I’m tired on my feet and he’s tired too. But isn’t this what we wanted? Life together? Our kids in the other room. Endless ordinary dinners and these conversations which mean nothing and everything because it’s life shared!
In the summer, Ben and I found ourselves smiling and laughing and reminiscing about those early days of our love story.

And it was fun to remember the butterfly beginning, but how NICE and how relieving to be long past those days, sitting on our old hand-me-down-couch, with wedding pictures hung and a history of love lived. And everything in need of a good dusting! 🙂
Time and how it moves is overwhelming. Yet I’m so glad that in the midst of it blurring by, those tired-on-your-feet conversations with the ones you love are happening in the long weekdays of seemingly endless routine.
It’s all just boring enough to remind you how good it is.

Isn’t it lovely to be growing older with the one you love, to be making dinner again, to chalk up another day, to laugh, and ache from hard work, and live a life that moves and moves and moves.
How else do flowers bloom except the seasons change? How else can gardens be and become without the depths of earth and the long light in the years of those seasons changing?

Anyway, it was good to laugh in the kitchen over the stove.
It was a dream come true.
You won’t find that kind of dream in the fairytales or in the best-selling novels, but you’ll find it in your life on some ordinary weekday when life is just boring enough to remind you how very full and good it is right here, right in front of you.

Praise be to God from who all blessing flow! Somehow He makes beautiful things here below.
How else do you explain, except by the reality of a kind God, the family dinner on the stove and the laughter in the kitchen!
9 Years of Love, Life, and the Northern Lights





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