We were sitting on the porch, watching the early evening clouds change colors as sunset approached. He turned to me and asked, “Do you enjoy sitting here quietly just taking it all in?”
He referred to the mountains that rose from the other side of the road, the flowers and the swaying trees, the birds, twittering happily in the evening shadows.
“Sometimes I wonder if this is too staid for you,” he added.
How could I possibly express to him all it meant to sit next to him and take in the daily miracles that so often go unnoticed in our hurried world. To hear the sounds of nature instead of the ringing of the house phone, the office phone, the cell phone.
To sit here knowing this is the final destination of the day. No more need to wedge my way into the traffic and claim my share of blacktop to get me home. The most peaceful time of day when my heart sings and my hand touching his is divinely intimate. It is the essence of every love song.
“This is my favorite part,” I shared softly, tears of joy gathering in my eyes. And I believe he understood everything expressed by those few little words.