It's midnight and I'm sitting on my deck. There's a warm breeze and the moon is 3/4 full and casting just enough light to make me feel safe from all the scary people I watch on Criminal Minds, as if the moonlight is going to deter them. I think my brother Ben is on a camping trip and it's fun to think that he is outside sleeping under the stars. He doesn't like tents or sleeping bags or anything really, so I imagine he's stopped somewhere while hiking, made a campfire and is lying on the ground, maybe resting his head on a rock. My dog is looking at me. She likes to follow me around, but she knows when it's late and when we should be in bed. On the weekends if we don't go to bed when she's tired, she walks around and whines at us until we go upstairs. She is lying on the deck, but she keeps looking inside.
I got to chat with my daughter before she fell asleep. Sometimes after prayers she pats the bed next to her which is my sign that she wants to snuggle and talk. What a super cool deal! I wonder how much money some people would give to have that. I feel so lucky. SO lucky.
The warm breeze reminds me of the morning I drove Andy to work when it was -22 degrees. On perfect nights like this I try to firmly plant the image in my mind so when it's below freezing I can retrieve the "warm night" file from my memory and the cold becomes a necessary harshness in order to really enjoy this warm spring night. I'll bet it's harder in Hawaii or San Diego to really enjoy every warm night since they have like 363 of them a year. Just like family, good health and chocolate, you don't appreciate it fully until it's gone. I was going to say wine, but I always fully appreciated that even before it was gone. lol.
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