A few weekends ago, we took ourselves out after church to try a brunch spot called Lunch in our old neighborhood in Scott's Addition. The place was truly tiny and the food was truly delicious, Afterwards, we took a quick walk down the street where we used to live (yes, yes, where Sloane was conceived) and I thought about the drama of an abandoned industrial area coming back to life as a new neighborhood. It is such an appealing story - the old becomes new, the dead comes alive. And yes, I'll bring it on home, that's the kind of thing winter facilitates, isn't it?
This is the lesson I'm always learning during these cold and abandoned months. How to be patient, how to grit my teeth and keep going, how to find pockets of warmth within a frozen tundra.
She turned to him, hands feeling for his body in the dark. "Do we have any water up here next to the bed?" He laughed. "Of course there is, because I'm the kind of person who always has water next to the bed. I'm prepared."
"Well, that's why I married you," she retorted.
A few minutes later, he spoke again in the darkness to recount his day and reflect on what needed to get done for the upcoming week.
"Your life is so busy and vibrant right now," she marveled.
"You know, like bright and strong...full of activity"
"Oh, right… " A pause, and then,
"You are my vibrance," he declared. "That's why I married you."