As I was driving to work on Wednesday, I saw three things that hit me. They inexplicably brought tears to my eyes and made my heart swell with the joy of living.
None of them seemed very significant, but for some reason they impacted me.
Children riding their bike at the park.
An elderly woman, in her skirt with her gray hair regally swept into a french twist. As she walks along (to meet somebody, I presume), she is making sure that each piece of her hair is in place.
An elderly gentleman waiting to cross the street where there is no crosswalk. This is the same man that I see working in his yard, raking leaves on a regular basis. After I pass, I look in my rear-view mirror and see him running across the street. Obviously not as spry as he was in his younger years, but still able to run.
I know I’m a cheesy girl. But it’s the little things that make life wonderful. Like last night when I came out of the store and the hills covered in pine trees were gilded by the sun. It was beautiful.
My name is Rhonda. I am blessed to live in a beautiful place out in the country with my wonderful husband. In addition to our "real" jobs (I work at a garden center and he is a teacher), we have a small farm where we raise vegetables, eggs and chickens to sell at local Farmer's Markets. We are currently fixing up/remodeling a house into which we will soon be moving...hopefully. In my free time, (what is that?) I enjoy traveling, cooking, crafty projects, reading and watching the sun set on the hills.
I saw an old couple holding hands today and thought it was sweet. My mom didnt understand what was so sweet about it, but I think youd understand right Rhonda?
Yeah, I totally understand. Soon I will blog about my grandparents. They were cute in their 63 years of marriage. Well, at least the few years of it that I witnessed.