This is Love

I was ready to plug in my beautifully hung lights into the extension cord. My husband was sitting on the edge of the deck with the dog. Of course, he would be watching. Daylight was waning now so I was hurrying a little. I put the ends of the two cords together.

Then came the point of decision. Do I turn around and look at my husband? Or wait for him to ask.

Spring Emerging

We live in four seasons. The calendar marks the days, but the seasons put a mark on our hearts. Acutely aware of the passing time, seasons forge their own path in their own time, which then becomes our time. We don’t choose the timing or the path, but we are full participants in both.