It's the little things that I miss. That morning cup of coffee that I so often took up to Hamid, "spooning" when we went to bed - he always said, "closer, closer" and I would laugh because there was no possible way for me to get closer! That glass of wine, those Sunday night Persian dinners that he cooked all day. The next morning I could still smell gormeh sabzhi when i went down to make coffee. The cool nights that come after a hot day here...they remind me of Hamid. I feel the breeze on my skin and I am back to the two of us sitting in our camp chairs, drinking Sam Adams in the middle of our dirt yard, and planning the flowers and the pool. It was such an exciting time; our dreams were coming true.
Today we went to Huntington Beach - it was beautiful and we had so much fun. I thought of Hamid the entire time but it was ok. It was freeing. On the way home we drove by the exact beach there in Huntington where we came with Hamid last year after he got out of the hospital. I thought of us then, there was a lot of hurt but there was so much hope. He looked so healthy and strong. He and dad must have spent over an hour just trying to get his new kite up!
Yes, it is the little things in life that become so significant, so grounding. Those are the things that we need to be thankful for each day. That phone call in the middle of the day to say hello, holding hands and walking, playing with ariyana, listening to electric guitar, cooking dinner, going to the store...there are so many, little things. I don't think I even realized how closely our lives were woven - a beautiful, intricate quilt. Tonight I thank God for the little things that Hamid and I had, and I thank Him for the little things that I still have in my life each day.
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It's a reminder for all of us to give thanks to God for each precious moment. For each sound, each touch, each taste, each moment, each memory etched in time forever. From our children's laughs and cries, each hug from family and friends, and all the love in-between. Thank you for the reminder Heather and keep carving those memories--you have many, many more quilts to sew. XO, dana
ReplyDeleteI thought of him a lot at the beach too! Abrielle and I listened to the CD you made all the way home. It still makes me very sad and I still cry, but ... it is also lovely to think of him and just have a happy moment. He is a man well-loved.
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