As fortune would have it, David only worked for an hour today. He pulled into the driveway just as I swept the last of the errant dirt from the porch by our new garden bed. The kids poured from the house in an excited staccato – “David, you’re home! Yay!” and he greeted them with hugs and kisses.
He sent them off to play in the yard and came to me with his arms outstretched. A long hug and a few kisses later, we sat down to talk about work, the garden and how we’d spend our newly discovered evening together. He got quiet for a minute, watching the kids play baseball at the end of the driveway, then turned back to look at me and said, “it is a good life, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I said. “It is a beautiful life.”
For all of its drudgery and poverty and toil, it is a beautiful life that we live. We have a home, food to eat (and soon, homegrown food to eat!), a job that pays our bills, a car that gets us where we need to go, two healthy and intelligent children, two cats that love nothing more than to curl up in our laps, and the kind of friendship and love that I never thought possible.
It just can’t get much better than that.