April is off to pick up dinner.
I’m sitting in the garage with the doors open.
And Simon is delightedly running circles around the garage, the van, and the doors.
It’s idyllic. And I wonder, are there people out there in similar circumstances who take this for granted? Who can just enjoy it without much analysis?
Because I am very aware of how blessed I am. And I am very aware of how temporal this is. It could pass in a moment.
I am deliberate in enjoying it. In soaking it in. Because I know how quickly and easily it could be gone.
Would being unaware be better? I don’t know. I think it might.
Is being aware better? I think it might. No way to know one way or the other, really. I can’t compare.
Oh well. I’ll appreciate it. I appreciate Simon’s excitement about the cat across the street, and the rain, and the old license plates we still have lying around.