Magic Moments

Some days are just more special than others.
The trick is to see the little things and consider them to be true and amazing
and just for you.
Three things happened Tuesday evening that would like to share.

Rylee and I drove out to the farm after I got off work Tuesday.
The last time I had been there was Sunday morning,
and it was time again to feed the chickens and pick more tomatoes and cucumbers.

I knew that the area had received a heavy storm Sunday evening,
but didn't know much else.
When we drove up we immediately saw a huge downed branch lying directly next to the
chicken coop.
The part of the tree it fell from was over the chicken coop.
It was absolutely amazing that it did no damage whatsoever when it fell!
It is easy to complain about bad luck,
but I certainly celebrate and enjoy sharing this bit of good luck!

The next amazing and funny and awesome thing that happened,
is when I pulled up next to the coop and the fallen branch, where the chickens were hanging out.
The hens know me when I pull up and we normally greet each other eagerly.
This time, I hurriedly rolled down the window and said to them "Oh my goodness! What happened here?"
It was just the cutest thing!  When I said that, one of the hens immediately cocked her head
sideways, and looked up with one eye (like all birds do)
at the fallen branch and the tree from whence it fell and then back at me.
I swear she was answering my question and
telling me to "just take a look-see for yourself!"
Rylee as a witness - it really happened.

The next amazing thing is what happened that evening.

I have to back track just a little to tell you that when we first moved into this
nice house in town, I bought a beautiful sectional leather couch that reclined on both ends - the works.
I envisioned happy family times watching movies together on this big comfortable couch.
Didn't happen.
Not once in the last two years have the four of us sat on that couch and watched a movie
together for even like 5 minutes.
I don't know how many times I kicked my self for buying it and thought about selling it.
On top of this, I haven't spoken more than probably 20 words to Sara in the past 2-3 weeks.
We can't seem to speak without shouting, so I chose not to speak unless absolutely necessary.

Last night, somehow, completely unplanned, we all eventually ended up on the couch,
watching a movie.  I then decided to share with Sara what had happened at the farm.
Before you knew it, we were talking and laughing about other funny things that had happened.
No one was even watching the movie.
We were just sharing and laughing and the next thing we knew it a butterfly was flitting amongst us.
A honest-to-god small yellow butterfly, dancing around us in the basement.  It came out of nowhere.

If you have ever seen the movie Patch Adams, I am sure you have never looked at butterflies
in the same way again.
I know I never have.
The butterfly was a gift... for us... for peace. 
I knew it, as I watched it float and flutter over our heads and in front of our faces.
When there is peace and love - even if it is just for a short time - beauty appears out of nowhere.