Do you ever think about the sweet moments you have missed?
It was just an ordinary Tuesday morning. Chuck had returned from an early doctor’s appointment. When the garage warmed up, he would cut out more trees for this year’s Christmas projects. I was cleaning the kitchen.
“Alexa, play James Taylor, ‘How Sweet It Is.’”
I walked over to Chuck, put my left hand on his shoulder, and took his left hand in my right hand. He smiled. Chuck began to sing. Then we danced.
Oh, the beauty of that simple Tuesday morning moment in our kitchen.
So much of life is rushed and planned. I get caught up in my to-do list. What if I am missing out on special moments because of my busyness?
As I travel further along my journey in life, I realize how important the small moments are. I don’t want to miss any of them, yet I know I do.
At the risk of being too sappy and sentimental, I need to write about the sand in our hourglasses. I see it running ever-so-quickly into the bottom. How did that much sand get emptied so quickly? Each grain of sand represents a moment. Some moments were celebrated, some never noticed for what they held, and sadly, some have been forgotten.
I don’t want to miss the beauty of the small moments that hold confetti and glitter.
When could I have danced? Moments when my heart would have smiled, missed.
We have this moment. Lord, let me hold onto this grain of sand. Let me see its value before I have to let it go. Allow me to cherish it for a bit longer.
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Just when I thought our dancing moment couldn’t get any sweeter … it did.
“Janet, want to go to Costco and have lunch?” I burst out laughing. That same thought had crossed my mind. We had never been there for lunch but had talked about going.
There we were at Costco, having a late lunch on Tuesday afternoon. Chuck enjoyed the $1.50 Hot Dog and drink Combo while I struggled to devour the massive slice of $1.99 Cheese Pizza. It might not have been a royal feast, but to us, it was a pauper’s delight. The price was right, and the company was perfect. We laughed at the cost of our adventure and agreed we should do it more often.
I have a sign in our kitchen near where I write. It reads, I still remember the days I prayed for the things I have now.
When Chuck and I married, we vowed to love and cherish each other for better, for worse, for richer or poorer. There might have been a tacit agreement to never take each other for granted.
I hope to have more Tuesdays with Chuck like this past Tuesday.
It doesn’t get much simpler or much sweeter than a slow dance in the kitchen while James Taylor and Chuck Leonard sing a love song and then lunch at Costco.
Thank you, James Taylor, for the reminder. How sweet it is!
Janet Hart Leonard can be contacted at janethartleonard@gmail.com or followed on Facebook or Instagram (@janethartleonard). Visit janethartleonard.com.