Every day I’m reminded of how fortunate I am to be here. Reminded in good ways that is. Today Dan, the three little dachshunds, and I piled into the truck and went to the store to get important storm provisions, eggs and bananas. Dachshunds love bananas. When I came out of the store and climbed back in with the dachshunds and Dan, tossing my three, yes three, bags of groceries on the floor, I suddenly was overwhelmed with wonder and gratitude. I had just gone into the store, and carried out the groceries while Dan waited in the truck.
Two short, and very long, years ago I was so sick, barely able to go up and down the stairs, spending all my time in bed, not thinking or caring about groceries. Dan had quietly assumed all the household tasks that I had done or we had done together. All of them, every one. I was unable to even notice that he’d done that. Most of my energy went to breathing. No joke. Just breathing.
So it’s the little things, the things we take for granted, that I’m filled to the brim with gratitude about tonight. Dan knew just what I meant when I climbed in the truck and was so very, very happy. He says it happens to him all the time too. Our life together has always been special, now we understand how much so.
Finding joy in the everyday every day is oh so easy for me now. Those little things, they’re always there.
polepole ~ breathe 