Swinging Under the Stars

My husband and I are hopeless romantics.  We should have been born in another era.  Or maybe it's okay that we are where we are right now, nearing the year 2012.  Our simple lifestyle is probably what keeps us sane in a crazy world. 

I got home last Friday and there was an old swing hanging under one of our old oak trees.  We have a swing on the front porch and we have an abundance of rocking chairs but this old swing was special.  It was right under the stars and there would be dirt under my feet.  I couldn't wait for us to try it out.  And we did!  We put on our sloppy clothes, grabbed blankets and hot coffee and took off through the yard.  The old oak tree has a huge limb that reaches out like a strong man's arm and it was a perfect place to hang the swing.

Jeff pulled his truck close by and turned the radio on to the Grand Ole Opry.  And weren't we something?  Sitting outside, bundled up in blankets, listening to the radio under the stars.  We're starting to act like old people!

It was amazing to tilt my head back and look through the oak leaves and see millions and millions of stars.  I was in awe of God's beautiful universe.  I never noticed the stars in the 70's when hip huggers and smock tops where on top of my shopping list, or in the 80's when my life was so messed up and crazy and sad, or in the 90's when my job was more important than anything I could think of.  It took over 50 years for me to calm down and learn to appreciate the really fine things in life.  And I'm learning that the wonderful things aren't really things at all.  Sitting in an old swing at night with my husband's arm around me, looking up at the stars, one dog in my lap and one dog sitting up beside me.  Life is good!