I had a big disappointment the other day.
It was only overcome now with the sweetest love.
This morning I was reminiscing how nice a day yesterday was. The weather was nearly ideal. Leslie and I went to the pool and floated around on the lazy river for a couple hours. The sun and breezes kissed our bodies as we floated and rocked with our feet in cooling waters, looking up at an azure sky with wisps of white fluffy clouds sailing around in it. It was wonderful.
Then we came home and Leslie made dinner while I made a salad. I had salmon with a tangy pico de gallo marinade and sweet roasted vegetables that were delicious. Leslie made herself barbecue chicken.
We decided to head out for the evening to the Frankfort Bluegrass Festival. There we sat on a bench and people-watched amid the crowd for a long while. Leslie got herself an ice cream cone at a nearby shop. It was cappuccino chocolate. The music was uplifting as it tickled our ears with the sounds of banjos, fiddles and vocal harmonies.
I had the thought to check my Facebook app on my phone to see if any friends were nearby. Lo and behold our friend Marty was up the street above the crowd on a balcony overlooking the square, and with an eagle’s view of the bandshell. We found him and joined him there for a long while, talking, and enjoying the perspective on the sights, sounds and feelings in the cool evening air.
We got home and I finished eating the fresh apple-pear pie dessert that Leslie had made for me recently. It was so good. I mean SOOO good. If you’ve never had Leslie’s apple-pear pie, you have no idea what you’re missing. Imagine apple pie, but better, without the glop, and seasoned sparingly so you can taste the natural flavors of the apples, pears and hint of cinnamon. Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and Chevrolet are nostalgic and wholesome American wonders, but Leslie’s apple-pear pie takes the wholesome goodness to a whole ‘nother level. I savored every last bite, humbly appreciating every one, before heading off to bliss.
It was a good day … a very good day.
Then, this morning, as we reflected on the wonders and pleasures of the prior day, Leslie shared how she thought to make the pie. She sensed my recent disappointment and was filled with compassion and empathy. She felt that she had to do something to lift my Spirits. So she made the apple-pear pie for me as she knew how much I loved it.
I do. But even so, not nearly so much as that sweet girl who made it for me.
And now as I write this, she is in the kitchen making a new recipe pie that we recently dreamed up – peach-blueberry pie. So I’ve got that to look forward to too.
Oh, the wonders of being with that woman! Thank God for her.
God is good. Heading to church now to give praise and thanks to Him for all the wonders he shares with me.
“Taste and see that the Lord is good!” -Psalm 34:8