We walked into the immaculate house. I admired the absolute latest flatscreen TV - about 6x the size of ours and 1/4 as thin. I praised Doug's custom work already housing a BluRay & wireless system. I toured the sun room Doug built last year with its exposed beams, home theater, and furniture from Pottery Barn. Charissa begged to go outside to jump on the trampoline in the perfectly manicured lawn with the gazebo, the custom lighting, the landscaping.
As I stood there telling the owner goodbye while balancing Brandt on my hip and trying to keep Charissa from letting the dogs lick her face, he smiled wistfully,
"These are the best days of your life, you know," he said.
As I looked at his empty house except for him and the dogs I smiled,
"Yes, I know."
And as I drove back singing "Hush Little Baby" to Charissa, as I tripped over our cat on the way into the house, as I kicked the blocks to make a pathway, as I warmed up leftover turkey for dinner, and then as we sat as a family and prayed over our dinner...
I really did know.
I am blessed beyond measure.
(Charissa took this picture)