Warmth

/ Jodi

warmth-of-fireplace

Warmth…

A crackling fire glowing in the fireplace,
A steaming bowl of homemade chicken noodle soup.

The eyes of your child when they know you are sad,
The hand of a friend whose always by your side.

The fur of your four-legged best friend whose always by your side,
A soft, chenille blanket from a special lady who goes by the name of Mom (II),

An unexpected text with a photo of your grandchild,
A handwritten letter in the mail from a favorite aunt.

The first sip of coffee on a cold winter morning,
A glass of red wine after a long day at work.

Favorite fuzzy slippers you accidentally wear out of the house,
A well-worn hoodie with threadbare elbows.

Memories from a special song,
A tight hug that lasts longer than a pat on the back.

The ringing of the phone at the same time every morning,
and the sound of a Dad whistling while he patiently waits.

An air kiss blown while rolling over in the middle of the night,
An “I love you” on the way out the door,

A smile that greets you when you enter the office,
The privilege of introducing your future daughter-in-law.

The distinct squeak of the door opening at the end of the day,
The comforting sound of a snore you’ve loved for 35 years.

Cheers & Warm Hugs,
Jodi

 

39 thoughts on “Warmth”

    • So true Colin! I received sage advice years ago from a friend who lost her husband. Why fuss over dishes left in the sink, toilet paper put on the holder “wrong,” or the irritation of snoring. She told me how much she missed these things and it completely changed how I looked at them. I’m certainly not a Saint and admit to getting irritated at times. But when I really think about it, I try to appreciate these things. 😉

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    • You are right – I hadn’t considered that – but as I review the list – that is what it is – constants and unexpected! Thanks for the profound insight Lulu!

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  18. I don’t know what kind of camera you use, but the detail of the photo of the fire is incredible! And I loved the poem about warmth, and relate to it all, except for the last line. I’ve heard enough of my husband’s snores to last me the rest of this lifetime, and most of the next! He could sleep quietly from now on, and I’d be plenty warm….LOL!

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    • thanks charlie – we burn fires almost every evening in the winter (except for the past two nights as it has been 50 and 60 degrees! Crazy!). The fire was super hot, and it just really caught my eye and heart 🙂 ❤

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