There are moments in life when I can fully grasp the notion that the basic goods of life are truly so, so simple. Brian and I took advantage of a rare and special free weekend to visit my grandparents up in the picturesque lakes region of New Hampshire where their cozy house in the woods sits adjacent to the lake with a perfect view of the Ossipee Mountains. And I mean, a perfect view…
It’s nothing that I haven’t seen before. I practically grew up here. And I think that is what makes it so special. It’s the unshakeable bedrock of all the best things in life, even if we haven’t stopped to think about it for a while, without fail they always stop us.
That weekend we spent a lot of time just helping out in and around the house, doing some manual labor to help winterize the place. It felt so good to feel my blood pumping through my body to warm me up in direct opposition to the chilly mountain temps as we worked in the yard swaddling the tiny bushes up in burlap to survive the frosty winter, turning off the sprinkler system, and putting away the canoe — only after we had one last ride in it out on the lake.
However perfect and ideal all of this was, some of my favorite moments were the most normal. Brewing a pot of coffee before anyone had stirred and noticing how much that had pleasantly surprised my Nana, as she told me, I’m always the first one up. I never wake up to a fresh pot of coffee.
Watching whatever was on T.V. as the night dwindled down with my grandparents and Brian in front of the fire and having the brilliant idea to whip up the most indulgent batch of hot chocolate ever.
Driving around town to run errands and grabbing a pumpkin just because, well, they were so cheap here … and they were everywhere.
It reminded me so much of why I started this blog and just how gratifying it is to find awe and pleasure in these small moments. They are the moments that fill my cup to the point of overflowing. They make you look at life with fresh eyes, if only for a second, and then return back to whatever it was you were doing only to realize that you get to do this again and again and again. And you know what, life is hard, redundant, and so full. It has a pretty raw edge sometimes and makes you wonder just how you’re ever gonna get through it.
Then you remember: This is how.
The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us. – Ashley Montagu