I don't know if it's seeing the despondent home lives of many of my students, or if I am awakening to a new definition of splendor. For when I reflect on a typical evening, what once seemed dull and familiar has begun to shimmer with the radiance of extraordinary.
The specific event I ponder could be an excerpt from any of the pages that may document my family's lives: the boys have left for an evening of wrestling, leaving Madison and I with errands to run, and indulging in dinner out and a sweet treat. Then spending the rest of the evening, just her and I, perched on the couch laughing as we play with the Split Pic app on my phone. Our creations, a few of my favorites I share below, are not what lend the gleam to this memory, it's the normalcy in which we spent our evening and its stark contrast to how many of her peers will have spent theirs. We engaged, partook, and connected with each other. Investing the most priceless gift of all, time.
There is a beauty that seems to be fading, like the sunlight leaving the day, its out of my control and I fear it will be lost for ever. This beauty, called family, is being forgotten among the very people who chose to creat it. This beauty called family is disappearing and replaced with complacency and selfishness.
Just as the radiant rays slip over the horizon, there is a moment when all heavenly light seems lost. But then when it is darkest, twinkling lights appear at their brightest, and maybe that is what I am seeing in my life. What was ordinary, maybe even unseen, has become spectacular and extraordinarily beautiful.
It is beautiful, it is rare, my ordinary life is truly extraordinary.
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