My wife has a smile that is like daybreak over the mountains. When she really smiles, its glorious like that. I often think that she is at her most beautiful when she is truly smiling, when her features are animated in a truly joyous moment.
Its a smile I’d like to be able to bring to her face far more often than I can take any credit for being responsible for.
I woke up this morning, this New Year’s Day, at about 11 am. It was the second time I had woke up today. I woke up earlier to my 3 years old knees in my back as he played with his mother. I went back to sleep. When I awoke again, my children were playing with their toys from Christmas, I could hear their voices alternately cooperative and contentious. I could hear my wife’s voice downstairs, chatting on the phone with a friend. I went down to the kitchen where my (very fine) multi tasking wife was also busy cooking breakfast for me and our brood as she talked on the phone. I sat down and pulled out my planner and began thinking about tommorow when we start to return to the regular routine of kids off to school and me off to work in the day and in the night. And as I reflected a little on my feelings this New Year’s morning, I thought to myself “this is allright. I’m content”. Things are not perfect (are they ever?) but all things considered, our life together as a family felt very good in that moment. Its a New Year, and I’m thankful to God for it and for my wife and my family. God has been very good.
Love is more than just an emotion. Its a choice. Its a decision to be committed, its a decision to have and to hold one person all the days of your life.