Wonder

"Wonder. How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?"

I don't know that I've ever actively cultivated a sense of wonder. It's just something I live with daily. I spend lots of time inside my own mind, sussing things out. Pondering. The result of that, for me, is a nearly constant undertone of wonder.

Just tonight I dashed out of the grocery and into the rain, headed for the car Michael was pulling around to meet me. Just as I hopped into the warm car, vaguely dog scented from dropping rescues in Montana this weekend, our song began. He'd queued it and waited until the perfect moment so I could hear every note. This isn't something we do often but it made the moment perfect. Then he put his hand wordlessly on my leg and I put my hand on the back of his seat, playing absently with his hair while we drove up the hill home.

As I looked at the lights, the signs of the season I wondered that the sum of my experiences resolved into this moment. I turned my head and just gazed at his quiet visage and honored the lucky feeling that poured over me, amazed that I deserved this much goodness.