...but sometimes I forget.
Last night I came home from work feeling a little aggitated. I was thinking about my schedule this week and I was realizing that I had very little time without there being something I had to do. This weekend we are leaving to go to Miami for me to perform with the Ars Flores Symphony Orchestra. I will be singing with a famous French soprano, Rima Tawil. It's all quite exciting for us but I have been feeling pressure because I want it to go so well.
John and I ate our dinner and then we sat in the living room for a moment.
He was sitting in our blue chair and was trying to serenade me but all I could think about was, "Why didn't he sort the mail? Why are there 17 pairs of shoes in our 'foyer'? Why does the house suddenly look so overwhelmingly messy?"
Then I felt like a bad wife.
So often I get distracted with life that I forget to remember the to stop for the special moments.
When John and I were dating I would drop anything I was doing to hear one strum of his guitar. I would hang on every word that he sang and would swoon at his feet as I was intoxicated by his music.
I want to be sure that since we are married now and comfortable that I don't take our special moments for granted just because they happen all the time.
I never want to be desensitized to the unique and magical marriage that we have.
I want to take every moment inside of myself and commit it to my memory.
So, I took a deep breath and released all of the things that were pulling on my mind and I listened to him play his new creation for me.
My love was deepened.