The sunroof is open in the black 2009 Jeep Grand Cherokee I’m driving today.
I’ve got the windows down, too. It’s 80 degrees in mid-Michigan today and I’m loving it. I’m even sweating a little bit.
I find my thoughts wandering to the state of the color change happening to the trees around me, reflect on my final days as Lindsay, when I’m no one’s Mom-with-a-capital-m.
I feel the spreading smile across my face, remembering Jon and I watching yesterday as a yellow and burgundy tree literally shed its leaves as we pulled out from our driveway.
I had noticed the wholesale emptying of the branches and was contemplating the why and the how of the beauty of Mother Nature, my day with Jon and our ability to share quality time with his parents ahead of our own becoming parents deadline.
And Jon commented, “Did that tree just decide RIGHT NOW to get rid of all its leaves?”
One minute, the tree was still in its color change and the next, it was changed.
And we served witness.
It was the sharing of the moment, the sun shining on us, that gave me pause. It was a fleeting moment when our minds and bodies were in the EXACT same moment.
And I thrive on that – and savor it – knowing that it’s the little moments, not the big ones, that are making up our life together.