Sacred Moments

I am relaxed down to the deepest part of me.

On this winter night, I watched the full moon through the trees from a hot tub with my kids. 

I’m now back inside our dream vacation cabin, sitting on my adorable macrame swing (for the next few days). I gently push the swing as I type. I am relaxed down to the deepest part of me.

The little girl in me is content and happy. This is the forgotten part of me that used to lay in the sun on the beach as a child, dozing in the sunshine to the sound of seagulls calling to each other, as the waves playfully rolled rocks up onto the beach before pulling them back again.

Moments.

As an innocent child on the beach, I didn’t know to appreciate my bliss.

As an adult, pushed and pulled by life’s demands, I know how precious this moment is...

A time to be savored.

So, I rock back and forth and listen to the creak of my rope swing. My eyes close sleepily as I realize I’m smiling.