It would be nice if things always went the way we expected, or at least close to it. Or even with no surprises.
As I went outside into the bitter cold February morning after a meeting today, I braced myself for gusty winds resembling shards of glass on my face. Instead, I heard the dulcet tones of a wind chime over my head. It reminded me of a wind chime I used to have outside of my house when I lived in New York. For a moment I was taken back to a warm spring day with gentle breezes.
Later, I climbed into my husband’s truck I was borrowing for the day since he was working to deliver flowers for Valentine’s Day for a local florist. It’s hard for me to manage this vehicle because of its size and I am not really good at parking it. As I was driving, I noticed that for the first time in over two weeks I could see above the ginormous snow banks. I felt safer and suddenly grateful that I was so well protected.
With all the snow lately, my schedule (and everyone else’s) has been virtually turned upside down. But as we approach the weekend with the threat of another n’or easter, I relish the thought of snuggling next to the wood stove with my family. Time is a resource you can’t get back so when I am presented with the opportunity to spend that kind of time with my kids, I jump at it.
Which turns out to be very convenient.