Isn’t it amazing that one 7 day week can take place so rapidly that when you look back to recollect on a previous day or two the memory is lost and at the same time it can feel that so much happened within that 7 day week that the Monday before can feel as if it were ages ago?
I was feeling this phenomenon of time passing recently as I was feeling a bit disconnected from Neal. It felt like ages since we’d sat down and had a conversation or spent some ‘quality’ time together without some place that we had to be or entertaining others. However, if I made myself think back to the last moment we did make time for one another to just talk and listen it was only 7 days ago. I know, I know…you can look at that in both regards. Seven days is not that long. It’s not like we haven’t spoken at all for months or weeks, I’m referring to time we made specifically for each other without an agenda. On the other hand, 7 days is a long time when you are talking about being with your best friend.
This was on my mind this morning when I heard Neal open the bedroom door at 5:45am yelling, “Rocky just peed all over the floor by the refrigerator! I tell you, I’m getting rid of that *&%# dog!” I crawled out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen to see the nice puddle. Neal was late getting out for work (and it was clear when he woke me up yelling that I would be the one doing the cleaning) but I wanted to say something that would ensure he had a good day. With a quick peck on the cheek he was already out the door before I could mutter ‘I love you.’
Later, once the kids were ready and out the door for school I text Neal and told him I loved him and I hope his day got better. But the nagging feeling wouldn’t go away that we needed some time to just talk. My heart felt heavy because I alread knew what we had in store for us this week – baseball, Catholics Returning Home, Ryan’s rehearsal, Neal’s needing to work late, piano, meetings, etc etc… Everything that leads us both to exhaustion by the end of the day.
I offered it up to God in prayer and then let it go. An hour or so later my lunch date called to cancel due to a little family emergency. I was fine with this as it opened me up to getting in a pilates class I never get to do and I thought I’d get some stuff done at home too before heading into work. After I left the pilates class I saw that I had several phone calls, 3 from Neal. I called him back first and found that he was at our house! He had been trying to get in touch with me to be at the house for some electricians doing some work but since he couldn’t he drove home, he then wanted to see if I wanted to go to lunch with him! This is a rarity for us. 🙂
Lunch was so nice. We had the hour to talk, catch up, and we even did a little ‘shopping’ with some gift certificates he received. That little amount of time brought us back and on the same track. It truly was a little blessing orchestrated by God.
Today take time to count your many little blessings. 🙂
Blessings!
Shannon