This is just a moment.

It’s an ordinary ….and yet extraordinary moment.

And I want to capture it here.

I’m standing in the kitchen cooking dinner, listening to some jazz.  Bob hears a song he likes, and picks up his guitar to play along.

I’m so taken with this.  With him.  It’s so easy to brush it off as the same ol’ same ol’, because many winter evenings unfold like this while I cook supper.

But a year and a half ago, I didn’t know how many ordinary extraordinary evenings we had left.

But he received his last treatment in January.  He’s on the other side if prostate cancer, and the prognosis is very very good.  Life is returning to normal (if such a thing exists).  Yet I can’t stop seeing little moments like this, drawing in my breath, and marveling at the generosity of the universe.  I know things are tough in so many places right now.  But this is still here, and I refuse to ignore the splendor of it.  He is still in my life with his music and his delights.  I’m so thankful.