Saturday, February 16, 2019

The moments that matter

He told me to come outside, quick.

So I did.

I was wearing calf-length leggings and a tank top with a thin cardigan over it. I slipped my bare feet into his big sandals and clunked down the steps to where he stood.

“What are you wearing?” he whispered with his eyes on my exposed toes in the cold.

I shrugged.

“You said to be quick.”

He held his finger to his lips and motioned me closer with his other hand.

I gently crunched through the snow in those sandals and stood by his side. He moved a little closer, unzipped his coat and wrapped me in it, too.


I looked up at his face and he smiled a kid-in-a-candy-store smile because we live here.

And then he ran instead and grabbed our two-year-old. There are stuffed owls and an owl blankie on her bed. There are owls on her raincoat, owl t-shirts in her closet, a hand-painted owl over her bed. Pigs are technically her favorite, but owls are a close second. He stepped back outside with her and I smiled as soon as I noticed that she happened to be wearing her owl dress.


And then she smiled that very same smile.

There are dishes in the sink and there are shirts to be folded and we still don’t have a bathroom door… but he just wrapped me up in his coat and shared a moment with me, and then we got our owl-obsessed two-year-old and shared the moment with her, too.

These are the moments that matter.

1 comment:

  1. Hello, just wanted to say, I enjoyed this blog post. It was practical.
    Keep on posting!


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