If you’ve followed me for a bit you may have read that I sometimes sit down at the end of the day and have no idea what to write about and then something strikes. I allow knowing it will come and I’m exceedingly grateful each time when it does. Tonight I had 2 mini thoughts to share and then received the pièce de résistance.
Walter had been gone all day to help out his dad with a few things. I kicked my organizational ass into high gear and put all the stuff into the crawl space that I packed the last few days. Then I packed another 8 boxes and cleared out the majority of our kitchen – with most of the stuff not going with us. Walter arrived home in time for supper. Afterwards he went to the cupboard looking for a particular bowl for desert and it was not there. I explained that I had packed it. He was surprised saying we use them all the time.
I responded that since I figure they were most likely not going with us to Costa Rica, we should get used to not having it now. He thought this was quite humorous. I’m still trying to figure out why. Walter explained that this was a very round about way to get from point A to B. I see it as a straight line but hey…those are based upon my synaptic thingies not his.
Then we were chatting by the fire when I told him about going to check out the local funeral home (as I was asked to for mum for comparison purposes). I explained it was nice enough but I found the decor overwhelmingly neutral. Walter smiled quite loudly and said this was up there ‘positively negative’. Do you think this could be the next big real estate term??
Now for the final inspiration for today’s musings. Walter was sent home with some memorabilia from his dad. There was a 46 year old photo album filled with pictures from his parents wedding renewal on their 25th anniversary. So his parents at an age just slightly younger than us. He particular liked the picture of them dancing which supposedly was a rare opportunity. I however, saw this picture and immediately saw love.
They say (there’s that ‘they’ again – they certainly do get around!) that a picture is worth a thousand words. I say the right picture can be worth one word. In this particular case: LOVE.
I saw the same look on both of Walter’s parents faces that I have seen when Walter looks at me. LOVE.
Can you see it?