It was so long ago I know it was spring the Lilacs were pungent and everywhere the air was drenched with their fragrance. I did not know I was happy back then. Each day more chores to do not enough sleep. Always working and never enough money. The children came one after another. the youngest newer than the springtime.
It was so long ago when we sat on our porch sipping hot coffee a rare adult moment for us. In the early quiet cool spring morning. Our children still asleep in their beds. On the table next to the coffee *** a rolled newspaper full of war and drama of the day, lay untouched.
I remember looking up at you at that moment. Your beautiful hair stirring in the slight morning breeze. I saw you then not as my wife or mother to my children, but as a woman the one I could never get enough of when we first met.
I thought how good your hair would feel falling onto my bare chest in our bed. If only I could have frozen that moment in time put it into a bottle like a captured insect. To open and breathe its fragrance, again and again through the passing years. To last me forever in good and bad times.
If we could return to that moment and you were to ask me then, "My love are you happy?"
There in a distant time on the old porch with lilacβs cascading from its broken trellis in glorious fragrant abundance. Beside the floral pathways of a far off spring
I would have answered to you softly in a loving whisper. "yes my love. Very happy, so very happy."
Try to see happiness when it visits sometimes it is very quiet almost unnoticeable. jude