Yes, I admit to stealing that title from Stephen Ambrose, but I promise not to write about the transcontinental railway here, so he should be ok with me borrowing it.
The moment that brought the phrase to mind was just a little quiet piece of life. Last night Casey and I sat around on the back step playing fetch with the puppy, talking about where the garden would grow, and looking out at the pasture full of momma cows and baby calves. It had been a rainy day, so it smelled like fresh, wet, dirt (ahhhhh). The clouds had darkened the sky prematurely to a deep, steely blue/grey, but cheeky little bits of light where sneaking through the curtain of clouds in the west proving that there was still a glorious sunset going on somewhere. The wind had died down and the air was still and cool - a just right temperature for sweatshirt and jeans. There we were--a husband, a wife, a dog, and a itsy bitsy baby growing and turning flips inside of me. I didn't want to move.
It's nice to have a few moments like that to file away.
6 comments:
What a great post.
Sigh. :)
You paint a beautiful word picture of peace...ahhh...what I long for!!!
savor!
Aaaggh, this made me cry.
Those moments, if only they could last forever!
That picture you painted.....my dream.
Hi peeping Tomasina! I'm glad to hear you read my blog. I do the same...blog hop I mean. This post, it sounds like one of those rare moments in life when you don't (subconsciously) wish you were anywhere else than exactly where you are.
I love this post! Thank you for expressing something beautiful to encourage, strengthen and inspire! The Chatty Housewife commented on my blog and I ended up over here from hers. Thank you so much for sharing! Kelly
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