I have many good memories as a child. Sometimes I don’t necessarily remember doing something a lot, but the amount of information I have on the subject makes me think I did. For example, I don’t remember watching Gilligan’s Island a lot, but I happen to know every word to the song and all the characters quite well. Maybe I did watch it more than I remember. The one that particularly bothers me is that I know all the words to every song in The Sound of Music. For some of my friends who thought they knew me well, I am sorry.
Tonight Tara and I reflected on a few of our favorite things. There are no raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens or anything like that. But we did have a few that when we simply remembered them, we didn’t feel so bad. The ones that Tara mentioned seemed significant and the simplicity of them impacted me.
Chai tea and bible study after the kids leave for school. Being there emotionally for her kids. Family prayers. A bath. Cuddling with kids on the weekend. Running with the dog and friends. Late night summer strolls with her husband. Our back yard. The family dinner table. Crawling into bed excited. Green grass. Movie night. A warm fireplace. Saturday church as a family. Farmers market with friends. Honey and peanut butter on an english muffin.
Seemingly so simple, yet once our life was rocked, that is what she remembers. I will not over-spiritualize this simple list. However Tara and I know that God is the giver of all these good gifts. He has renewed a sense of thankfulness for the things we have. Simple things, of little monetary value, that once lost, become priceless. The things of great monetary value didn’t even make the list. Not on the list: car, clothes, jewelry, nice kitchen, and many more.
Is it just me, or do you also look at the last 3 weeks of our life and only see good things that have come from it?