Last evening when I came home to chill in the air (which can only mean fall is just around the corner) we had a fire in the beautiful fire pit that Greg built over the summer.
I must say that I was feeling very rushed...I wanted to get dinner finished for my family. The kids were running around playing with dirty feet (oh no!) and Greg was busy "playing" with his fire. Very frustrating, still in my scrubs I must have said (maybe even yelled) "dinner is ready" and "wash up for dinner" 10 times before everyone listened.
Everyone rushed through dinner and I got s'more fixings ready while the kids invited a couple friends. Funny but still I'm feeling rushed. " Does everyone have a stick?" "Don't let the dogs get the chocolate!" "Don't poke yourself in the eye!" "Don't poke your friends in the eye!" "oh no you have marshmallow all over you!"
This whole time Greg has just been smiling, laughing, dancing even...while roasting marshmallows (he IS the master) and keeping chocolate warm on a graham cracker near the fire.
It wasn't until I noticed the beauty of the moon through the trees that I started to slow down and see all the beauty that was happening around me. I sat down beside that pesky husband of mine, and with his arm around me listened to children (full of s'mores) playing off in the distance. "I love the magic of this fire" he said. "Makes me feel like we're at camp".
He was so right! The fire was mesmorizing...I suddenly felt so relaxed and happy. What a wonderful way to end my hectic weekend.
Thank you sweet Greg for so subtly reminding me to relax and enjoy this life we have.