I got up around 8 this morning. The sun was teasing me with the possibilities of a new day as it peered through the patio glass that shares living space with the indoor kitchen and family room. As I entered the space I began my ritual of sweeping the floor to prepare for the feet that would walk on it – and the crumbs that would fall on it throughout the day. Only this time was a special sweep.
The crumbs and dust from the night before revealed clues of a memorable evening and the joys we experienced with good food and drink and good fellowship.
My sons and their wives were visiting from Pennsylvania and New York, respectively.
Aaron, my youngest is a mixologist so he served up sweet drinks for women like me who drink sparingly and prefer the sweetness of bourbon or rum. He made a drink called an Old Fashion and it was delicious! He served up others for the men, but I was in my own world of contentment. Just seeing everyone together, reminiscing on times gone by and cheering on the goals they each had for the future was so pleasing. We are a family in full non-judgmental support of one another and that feels wonderful. We sang, we laughed, we played, and in those moments what I already knew casually in the back of my mind – came ever present, clear and embedded itself succinctly in the forefront of my mind…watching love happen naturally is absolutely the best joy in the world.