Sunday morning unfurling

It's a soft, drizzly morning and I can hear my husband making the Sunday breakfast in the kitchen; my two cats are lounging on the rug within my sight; we went to the football game yesterday afternoon and watched our team win; and today we will read and study together all day in anticipation of tomorrow's academic flurry. This has the potential to be one of my favorite kinds of days. So, why am I holding my breath? His pain level is minimal and he has stopped taking the muscle relaxers and anti-inflammatories, so I am dealing with the person I know again and not some loadie. We know he is going to be fine and he sees his Dr., Wednesday. He may get chewed out about diet or stress but that is all endurable.

Perhaps it is just that I have been reminded that in one vaporlike moment, our lives can change radically. We all know this in our logic mind. We have all experienced loss - be it a job or a loved one - and know the impact that this has on everything that happens in our lives.

Of course we all know that we must not live our lives in fearful anticipation of bad events. Living in fear is not quality of life. And of course, we all know that we cannot live with the wild abandon of someone who lives solely for the present because this shortsightedness can set us up for a tomorrow that can be worse.

What embarrasses me is that I apparently need reminding with some frequency of my priorities- to 'live, laugh, love'. OK, so perhaps this is a good thing. So-- I will choose to merely be reminded....not to take anything or anyone for granted, not to let anyone or anything dictate my life choices, and not to let life's inertia overshadow my life's chosen priorities. Done. Breath.

Excuse me, I am going to go hug my husband and tell him how much I love him.