So many things I could write about this week. We had an anniversary, so lifetime love would be a good subject. Mother’s Day is coming, and Mother-Love is a never ending source of material. Graduations are happening, so there’s the whole New Adventure theme. But when I was thinking of all those ideas, our daughter Felicity sent us a poem.

I’ve never been much of a poetry reader, but Felicity is discovering it and sharing it in forms I haven’t seen before. I’m about to become a convert. This particular poem is called Let Evening Come by Jane Kenyon. It is a soothing, settling, take-a-breath kind of verse. So, I did.

And, I realized something I already knew. The big moments are not the point of life. They are great fun and provide a kind of punctuation to our lives. Exclamation points of celebration, if you will. But the real joy of life is made up of the more mundane moments. Of the Thursday evenings with no commitments. Of the two easy chairs side-by-side at the end of a long and useful day. Of holding hands. Drinking iced tea. And talking.

About lifetime love. Children and grandchildren. New adventures. And all the Thursday evenings yet to come.

Let’s celebrate that, shall we?