Tonight my husband was home for dinner for the first time in 6 days. We took a walk to a nearby establishment where we could eat outside. Somehow we ended up with the entire veranda to ourselves. The weather was perfect. We enjoyed a joy-filled (borderline hyper) dinner...just our family of five. The rest of the world slipped away, for better or worse, it was just us on a random Tuesday evening in the Spring.
The service left a little to be desired, so the children were finished eating by the time our entrees arrived. They skipped and played on the lawn as we enjoyed adult conversation over dinner. The servers commented on how the children were growing up--we all marveled over the fact that they would celebrate their 5th birthday in a few days. How can it be?
The night had its imperfections, as one of my boys played so hard they forgot to use the bathroom. Subsequently, I wound up carrying him home sans undergarments. Even that walk and our precious conversation along the way is firmly tattooed in my brain as a moment I will treasure.
The short stroll home was filled with laughter. Even though it is a school night and we were a little past a bedtime we hold firmly, it just didn't seem to matter. As the sun set and a gentle breeze brushed our skin, I couldn't help but feel we were treading on holy ground--imperfect dirty britches and all.
I am so thankful for those rare moments where I know I am in the midst of a memory...a touchstone I will return to when I am old and grey...a moment so full of life and love I involuntarily take a deep breath because my heart just can't hold it all.
And I love that it was on a random Tuesday, during an impromptu dinner with marginal service, and undies that had to be left behind in the garbage. Because THAT is real life. And tonight I love my very real life.