The wind has been howling for hours. A few nights ago, when I was lying in bed before sleep, I heard the loudest winds I think I’ve ever heard. It was like an angry child throwing his heaviest toys during a tantrum.
The winds whipped around the corners of the house and I could hear objects outside being lifted and tossed about.
It was a strange feeling, in bed with the pupsters, covered in quilts, listening to the violence of the wind. This house is cement, so it is strong. It has withstood Oklahoma winds since 1934. In some ways I wish I owned it.
The dogs were quiet and still, listening as I was. I could see their little faces looking a bit afraid in the shadows from the window.
I told them everything was all right. Not to worry. Mama would always take care of them.
In the daytime, I feel safe inside where it is warm and cozy, watching the debris and leaves scatter down the sidewalk. Knowing I only have to go out there today to drag the trash receptacle from the back yard to the front sidewalk.
On another note, do you know who this is?
It is me at age 28. Seems a lifetime ago. The future was ripe with possibilities.
When you are young, life lays ahead of you, a flag unfurled, and you just don’t realize then how much you should treasure the moments. The little things in life.
Until you are young no more. And you are perhaps filled with regret.
I was in my fifties before I realized that the small things, the everyday moments, were the most important thing that I had.
I now see myself as someone who is uplifted by those things. I’m so grateful that I came to the realization that gratitude is the key to true happiness.