These memories came flooding back, with accompanying waves of emotion, as I was writing a birthday card to my sweet daughter, now a grown-up woman.
“It’s a girl!” the resident exclaimed.
After a few, brief moments my husband’s arms reached tentatively out to take the pink-faced, black-haired little bundle from the nurse who, all smiles, was handing her to him. Time seemed to slow down, wait, and almost stand still. Wonder spread across John’s face like sunbeams bursting through clouds after a storm as he gazed into the now-seeing, but bleary eyes of the daughter he was now holding. Those sea-green eyes, so full of emotion, like lakes brimming over after the spring thaw, sought mine. A wobbly smile and tearfilled eyes answered that lover’s call. This beautiful miracle represented all our love and hopes and dreams. How could this perfect, 10-fingered, 10-toed little girl be all that?
“She’s beautiful!” he said huskily, then added, “I love you.” A kiss sealed those words–and his love-in my heart forever as he gently placed our new daughter in my waiting arms.
The day has been a peaceful one, full of the pleasures that make my heart happy. The kind of pleasures that just make life beautiful. First, when I did my Saturday banking, I chatted and laughed with the teller. I greeted the next teller by name. A smile lit my face as a strode out the door.
Then, my husband and I went to Starbucks for a quick cup of coffee. Before we went in, we stopped to chat with a stranger. And his two Corgis, one was 7, and one was 3. Strangers connected by a common love for dogs.
As we sat down with our coffee, my husband and I happened to see an acquaintance from work, and we chatted how we ended up in Wisconsin. It was just everyday conversation about the weather and the merits of living in our community. A conversation where we made a little connection. I walked out of the shop into the brisk wind with warmth in my heart.
Then, my little, sweet granddaughter came over to visit and showed me how she can toddle across the room now. Then, “Where is Mabel?” A pink-cheeked face wreathed in smiles, peeked out from behind the table. “There she is!” More baby giggles. Ah, that is pleasure.
Next, off to the airport to collect my third son and his new bride from their belated honeymoon. The Florida sun could not match the sunshine that broke across their faces as they told me of their 5th story balcony overlooking the private beach. Cool weather was not enough to dampen their pleasure in being together or freeze their fun. How wonderful for me to be a willing listener in this happy discourse.
Yes, this was a peaceful day full of life’s simple pleasures! There is a smile and glow in my heart.