Tonight, after a marvelous dinner and evening with family and friends, the Resident Love Goddess and I drove home in the midnight hour. The road took us through farm fields bathed in moonlight, past silent, stoic barns and country homes, some with lights still burning cheerfully. We were cocooned in the warmth of our car, listening to quiet music by the gentle blue lights of the dashboard. And we talked. Oh my, how pleasant and loving and gentle and fine was our talk.
For the first time in almost twenty years I have real optimism about what life will bring us in the next few years. I have, for the first time in those same twenty years, real, genuine hope. The world is as chaotic, unpridictable, worried and fearful as ever, but I truly sense that the Resident Love Goddess and I are being held in the palm of His hand, that we are deeply, powerfully, wonderfully loved.
And I am so very thankful.