I drove home through pouring rain today, with the car
heater blasting warm air past my face to the two babies snoozing in the
backseats, and I got thinking about what was happening in this moment I was living.
That very one moment. That exact time {on a dreary rainy
Friday morning}. In that exact space {the car}.
And I realised it’s
never just one moment, but stringed together moments of captured emotions,
words said and thought, sights and sounds that are recalled...
There was the winter-style day consuming the sky and
filling it with dark sullen clouds. The constant
sound of rain pounding the windscreen and wind whooshing past. {And as
I let myself see the cold that was outside, I began to feel grateful for the
warmth inside}.
And then I glanced from the road to the beach: a blend of grey-green
sea water and crashing waves rushing at the shore. And black
birds skimming the white tips of the waves, hovering there before flying higher
then dipping down as the next wave approached, as if it was some
game. {And I felt grateful to live near the beach, and to witness the ways of
the water on clear blue-sky days and dark cloudy ones too}.
Around the corner from home, I got thinking about walking
through the door knowing my husband would be there, and
we’d have time to sit down for coffee, just the two of us. {And when we did, I
felt grateful for him, and grateful for time together without interruptions – I
wish I hadn’t got up so fast.}
Finally at home, I looked at the two blissful sleeping babies
in the car and I whispered I love yous I knew they wouldn’t hear. As I cradled
their sleeping bodies and placed them into bed, I soaked up their warmth and
baby scents. {And I felt an immense gratitude for the two little people I love
so much}.
And it was in those moments that I realised gratitude surrounds me
on calm days and chaotic ones too.
Elisa xx
What are you grateful for this week?
