Sunday, April 18, 2010
On Saturday I woke up much earlier than I would have liked to, at 7:30, so that I could go to a town wide garage sale 22 miles up the highway. I was supposed to go with my neighbor, but she slept right through my "good morning" text message (I don't blame her, Saturdays are usually my days for catch-up sleep too), so I decided to pack up the whole family and take them with me, just to get us all out of the house and breathe the fresh moist air that spring had given us.
Right next to the passenger side of our van, lying on the cold concrete all by itself- covered in perfect little round water droplets, was a single white flower that the wind must have blown away from its planter, and gently tossed into the driveway.
I picked up my camera, which I had on hand in case I should come across an amazing garage sale display (which I didn't), nudged the lens as close to the flower as it would comfortably go, pressed my finger down on the trigger, and then hopped back into the car and off we went on our adventure.
Most of the garage sales were rained out, but the drive was absolutely beautiful, and well worth the trip. As we followed our path home, Christopher told me how much he loved spending time with me, reached over and set his hand on the top of my leg, my heart melted, and our romantic moment reached out into infinity- I've been floating along ever since.
And when we pulled into our driveway, the flower was still there, just as we had left it.
And its probably still out there right now, with its perfectly formed raindrops, stem side up.
If I wouldn't have gotten up early and dragged myself out of bed, I would have never taken that picture, and I would have never written this post. We wouldn't have gone out together on our adventure, we probably would have stayed at home, inside, all day, in our Saturday sweats. My husband would have never reached over and put his hand on my leg, gentle as he did, he would have never said how much he loved spending time with me, which again- completely melted my heart, and we probably would have spent the entire day bickering over something ridiculous, as a result of not having left the house.
Even rainy days are good days for garage sales.