Something the character John Dutton said in a recent episode of the TV series “Yellowstone” struck me.
Talking to a cowboy friend — while they were both settling in to sleep under the stars during a cattle drive — the Montana ranch owner mused, “I’ve come to believe that perfection only lives in little moments. Can’t be sustained over hours, just instances, little wisps of time and the world becomes imperfect again.”
For me, those “little wisps of time” include the few nights a year when I lay my head on a pillow knowing that our whole family is again under the same roof. The sense of satisfaction warms me. At least for a few hours I know everyone is safe and accounted for.
Our older son, who is now a junior in college, should be home for the holidays sometime Sunday.
He called me last week to let me know his arrival would be delayed a couple of days because of a freelance photography gig he had Saturday night in Birmingham, where he attends college. I appreciated the call. Of all the things I’m looking forward to this Christmas, his visit is No. 1.