One of the earlier dates Richard and I went on was out to a lake long after dark to watch the Perseid Meteor shower. Living in Oregon we didn't get to see it each year, but when the weather cooperated, it became a family tradition to find a place away from the city lights and watch the show! We continued that tradition here in Idaho, but we never even have to leave our yard to see the meteors.
This year I debated whether to bring it up with the kids or not. Definitely an activity with strong memories of Richard. But I decided to ask them how they felt about it and we decided together that we would have fun, so on the 12th, we took blankets out in the yard and laid on the grass and watched a spectacular show. It was truly magical. I loved listening to the kids discuss what they know about the universe and our place in it. It was breezy so after an hour we went in to bed.
The next night was calmer so we decided to watch again. This time the kids got sleeping bags and they stayed toasty! Jacob even came out to watch for a while before his graveyard shift began.
It felt good to stick with our traditions and to find peace and contentment through them. It would be easy to dwell on the one missing from the experience, but instead I choose to be very grateful for what I am still blessed with. Beautiful children who make me laugh, who make me feel such deep joy. Life is good and the Lord loves each of us so much.
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