Tonight I did something I rarely do. I rolled the windows down on the way home from Parish Council on the Expressway and turned my radio up. I was lucky enough to hear the new Tim McGraw song as the chilly air hit my face. It felt grand. I wondered why I hadn't done it sooner. It seems most of my travel time to point A or B is spent glancing down at the clock, wondering why I can't make it there faster or how many meals I can make out of the ingredients I have in the fridge for the week so to avoid the grocery store pit stop. But very rarely, do I just relax and enjoy it. I wonder why.
Instead of anxious thoughts, I found myself recapping the good times spent with fellow council members this past year on the way home. A compliment someone gave me on my hair. A genuine smile and handshake from a new member, a hug from our joyous office secretary. The way I introduced myself and what I chose to share about my life to the boardroom. I noticed there's a lot to be happy for tonight.
And then the thoughts shift from everything else about my day, to one thing. Ryan. The loving smile that will greet me from the couch when I walk into the room. The snug fit of his arms around me. The pillow that lies next to me that assures me that is where he will lay his head this evening. Everyone wants to know how married life is. That is my answer. He's still all I want to think about. We don't always have the same interests, we don't always play fair when we bicker. But I don't really care. He's the one who is always tugging at me to roll down the windows. It feels grand.
