all a gift

recruiting the kids to clear the yard of sticks that last slow-poke eater at the table the green finally tinting the hills dear little people (one with consistently backward shoes) evening sun alighting on the walls that breathtaking sunset

On the eve of our eighth anniversary, I couldn't help but look around at my sweet husband, finally breaking in his (last year's birthday gift) gas grill, the kids playing (mostly) nicely in the yard, and dwell on the surrounding beauty. I don't think I'll ever grow tired of that view. All of it is such a gift.