This morning my heart is full of gratitude. Our grandchildren have been returned to their parents happy, healthy, and injury-free, and Peter and I have been sorting through luggage and mail, recalibrating back to the rhythm of just the two of us in our cheerful and quiet home. Sharing the joy of precious memories from time to time as we each go about our re-entry chores, we embrace and kiss, and talk about how grateful we are; how thankful.
These are the yes years. Yes, I love you. Yes, I love you, too. Yes, I’m glad we stayed married. Yes, a new baby is on its way and yes, another grandchild is on its way, and yes, another, and yes…. “Peter, I’m so grateful to be able to watch you being the loving grandfather that you are.” And “Cath, I’ll never be able to tell you how much I enjoy watching you and our grandchildren enjoying each other so.”
Back in the hell years, when our marriage was going through open heart surgery, I really never even imagined the life we’re living now. But here we are. Livin’ it. And in this moment I celebrate the joy of it, and express my gratitude for every person, place, and thing (like books!) that has been a part of creating our now.