The other night Beatty asked me if we could go on a date. When he asked, it was about 8pm and I looked at him and said, “Oh, honey, I would love to…but it’s too late for a date tonight”. So then he explained how he didn’t mean a date as in leaving the house, but a date in his room. Just me and him. With a movie. Laying on the floor together in a bundle of pillows and blankets.
So of course I took him up on his invitation, and as he cuddled up beside me with his surprisingly strong 7-year old boy body, I was overcome with peace and happiness that my boy is healthy and safe and sensitive and that he loves me. I also appreciated the warm cozy floor and even the old TV with the VCR and DVD combo. The TV that we have to use a screwdriver to turn on and off.
I’m lucky and I know it.
I want to show you how beautiful it is where I live. Between the chaos of life and the busy-ness we jump into with both feet, the mountain behind my home is steadfast. It guides me back to where warm limbs want to wrap around mine. And I love the solidness of that mountain, whether it is covered in snow or a blaze of orange. It doesn’t leave me.
It leads me home.