Do you remember that song by Brad Paisley….”Little Moments Like That”?
It’s the little imperfections….it’s the sudden change of plans
When she misreads the directions…and we’re lost but holding hands
Yeah……I live for little moments like that….
I live for little moments
When she steals my heart and doesn’t know it
Yeah……I live for little moments like that
Who knew Brad Paisley was such a brilliant philosopher?
Before I was married….when I was younger….I spent afternoons watching Hallmark movies and planning Barbie weddings and drawing endless hearts and doodles…..
.…I thought love was all about big romantic gestures.
Just like in the movies.
I thought that when your future husband declared his love to you….it was after a series of super dramatic events that usually involved you almost leaving on a jet plane and him chasing you down the wrong way on an escalator.
Papers would be flying and a he would be frantically searching for you in the crowd of people getting on the plane.
Then..just before you were about to board….you would glance over your shoulder one more time in despair because you were leaving….
….and then you’d see him.
And he’d have a bouquet of flowers in his mouth.
And you would rush toward each other and leap into each other’s arms…..
….and live happily ever after.
And while I love that kind of love.
And I wish I had been boarding a plane instead of wearing Lee Press-On Nails and totally knocking my husband-to-be over at his Navy graduation in my haste to tell him how much I loved him.
I think that true love is found in the little moments.
The shared jokes.
The times when it’s your husband’s day off and you totally want to have him build a pair of bookshelves for you…..but you don’t want to ask him….because after all it is date day and he might want to go to the movies or out to eat or something much more date-like….and so you ask him what he wants to do that day…..and his eyes twinkle and he grins…..
….and tells you he was thinking about building some bookshelves.
And you fall a little more in love with him right then.
Like the other day.
The whole family was driving in the car going to a baseball game.
My husband and I were talking and laughing and discussing the Kentucky basketball game….and how the game came down to the last 3.2 seconds and wasn’t it amazing….and how they totally won….and how that….
….now they were in the sweet sixteen tournament.
And all of a sudden….I stopped.
“Do you hear that?” I asked.
“What?” he said. “I don’t hear anything.”
“Exactly,” I said staring at him wide-eyed. “That’s what I mean…nothing….not a sound….I don’t hear anything at all.”
Did I mention there were four children in the car?
And usually that means the noise is usually at a 3.2 on the Richter scale.
And someone is fighting or poking or arguing over a game or yelling……Mooooooom.
But not today.
Today it was absolutely positively quiet.
I turned around to look.
There were four heads….each one bent diligently over a variety of electronic devices.
One had earphones and was listening to music.
One had an i-phone and was playing a game.
And the twins were on their i-pads…designing hairstyles and outfits worthy of the red carpet.
It was blissfully, wonderfully, amazingly quiet.
I turned to my husband with a smile.
We sat there in the silence for a moment….holding hands and saying nothing.
And then he turned to me…..with those twinkling brown eyes….and said with a grin “All that silence gives new meaning to the phrase….
….children left to their own devices.”
And right then and there on the way to a baseball game in the middle of a winding country road I realized….
….I live for little moments like that.
PS I made this pillow for my son’s room. It’s the longitude and latitude of one of his favorite places.
If you want to make one….you can find your own coordinates….here.
Then simply stencil the numbers on a pillow and fill in with paint.