an alarm woke us up at 0230.
i got myself dressed and then eased shoes, pants, and shirts on to my sleepy, sweaty boys.
we loaded the car and drove to the airport, hoping to catch a flight home.
they snuggled into their carseats and i held my breathe as they faded back to sleep.
i focused on the road ahead and the early morning and wished i had made coffee.
austin noticed the moon, first. then cade.
and each time it disappeared behind the dark shadows of the trees
they whined until they could see it again.
it was large and bright.
a haze settled over the top, and there was a glow of light surrounding it.
few people are out on the roads at three a.m.
a military police car headed back towards post.
our german town was quiet and deserted for the night.
we reached the autobahn and were greeted by a few eighteen wheelers,
hauling cargo from who knows where.
the sky was navy blue and charcoal gray.
the trees were dark and shadowed.
in the dark, i noticed the light of the moon.
i noticed the shadow of the mountains.
i noticed the truckers, quiet and determined. doing nothing more than their job.
because their job is enough.
behind the scenes.
when my life stops for sleep, or children, or flights, yours keeps going.
someone is always working behind the scenes.
*i started writing this a few months ago, when we were trying to catch a space a flight back to the states. i got distracted and forgot about it. revisited it tonight, and without editing or adding to it, i wanted to share. i’m so thankful that life keeps going. that Someone is always working behind the scenes. these days i’m noticing the little things a little more- and that fills me with happy gratitude.