Robyn and I did our monthly date night box yesterday, and one of the activities was taking turns asking each other questions that helped us really share something of our hearts. It was great. One question, my favorite from last night, was, “what’s a moment you treasure?”
I treasure story time. Every night, when we’re all together as a family in our son’s room. Robyn in the rocking chair, Riley by her side, Bo in my lap on the floor. We hold the book together, Bo flips the pages and I read. He’s just tall enough for me to rest my chin, softly, on the top of his head. Sometimes, if we’re seated just right, Robyn and I get to hold hands. It is calm and quiet, a moment of pure love and peace. I treasure it.
There are so many other treasured moments, once I started thinking about it. Seeing Robyn come down the aisle, which actually gave me a physical feeling of lightness. Times where I’ve written something and it feels like not me writing, but some gracious being that has taken over my faculties. The dinner my pops and I had over the Thanksgiving before he died. Just he and I and we spoke for the first time, truly as friends, as well as a father and son. Or seeing my grandmother experience Disney or taking my mom to Buckingham Palace. Treasured moments.
Or even the last moment I had with my father alone, after he had died. In the hospital, I had time for a few last words and one last blessing with the touching of his feet. Some treasured moments are painful, too.
I’m not writing these for any particular reason. Just because it was a good question. And that maybe I’ll remember these moments better if I write them down.
As I reflect on it, treasured moments are not so rare, perhaps. The challenge for me, as for all yogis and peace seekers, is to look for and find that treasure in the moment we are in now.