Enjoy the Little Things

| 10/29/2015 1:32:00 PM

Charlotte McMullen“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.”  — Robert Brault

“Line up girls. I have something for each of you,” he said.

Squeals of excitement he hadn’t anticipated filled the room, and my husband assured his five young daughters, “Now, now. Calm down. They’re really nothing.”

Nothing was an understatement. It was the same phrase he’d mentioned to me prior to leaving. “I’ll be gone for a little more than a week. It’s nothing.”

But somehow nothing felt like a whole heck of a lot. Our family and the farm were my responsibility for the time he’d be gone — away on a hunting trip out west. It was a well-deserved trip no doubt; the man works harder than anyone I’ve ever met. I didn’t mind the extra responsibility. I didn’t want to be alone.

Alone is an exaggeration. There are plenty of family and friends nearby, and we have five children, but somehow they’re not the same as someone you’ve shared a bed with every night for almost 15 years. Yes, it’s true we shared a bed all those years, but at times that’s almost all we shared.