My wife, Mary, has a blog that recently reminded me of the importance of centering myself, being still, and getting back in touch with my spirit and that which is greater than me.
And so this morning before I dive in to work, I want to be quiet and reflective. Writing helps me to remember.
I breathe deeply from my diaphragm through my nose. Over and over again. And I remember.
I remember last night being clear and without humidity, and the millions of stars popping out of the sky as we sat on the deck. And the night sounds of country living at the lake that include cicadas and tree frogs.
I remember close friends who spent time with us over the weekend. Time for long conversations and the sharing of dreams. Why don’t I do this more often? This is part of what gives life meaning.
I remember the laughter of children who loved swimming in the lake and riding in the boat. I marveled at my godsons’ kayaking abilities and his maturity, while also remembering the day he was born that seemed like yesterday.
As I drove out of the driveway from our home this morning, I slowed down two or three times to let the wild bunny rabbits get out of the way. The sunrise was spectacular on our county road. I laughed out loud a couple of miles later when two newborn calves were chasing one another looking like puppies bouncing as they ran awkwardly in the pasture.
I remember how thankful I am for my marriage to Mary Beatrice Sullivan. We celebrated our sixth anniversary yesterday with friends, and then planned an upcoming getaway weekend.
I remember that Mary Sullivan has changed my life. I was lost after my divorce in 1996, my father died in 1998, and I had eventually given up on finding a life-giving marriage after seven plus years. But on January 29, 2003, I was swept off my feet by Mary. I have been happy and in love with her ever since.
We married on July 4, 2004 and it is hard for me to put into words what she means to me. Her spirit reminds me to live life fully every day.
Mary has also given me the opportunity to be a stepdad to Brendan and Kiki. I have always wanted to be a dad and this gift is grace for me.
I remember I have so much to be thankful for.
Thank you God for being with me, even when I forget.
Today, I remember.