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Yesterday, It was a bit chilly here in the D.C. region. I made my family walk to a cheesy Italian restaurant called Ruffinios a few blocks away. Inside this spaghetti house there was enough kitsch to make my heart loose a beat. Posters filled every inch of the wall, most reproductions of artist’s masterpieces. It is a very small restaraunt with red candles on the table, very cozy. Plus, there is an ancient jukebox in the corner with an eclectic mix of music. Lou Reed, Nat King Cole, Louis Armstrong and Bob Dylan were on handwritten cards that were illuminated by a light somewhere deep inside the machine. We put in four quarters and recieved five great songs. The food is okay and the portions are generous.
Walking back home we noticed all the wonderful blooming plants. The Azaleas, Dogwoods and the pink Cherry Blossoms. Turning into our driveway we saw our majestic Cherry Blossom bursting with its own beautiful flowers. I began shaking a branch and sang, “Its the most wonderful time of the year.” My daughter and I stood laughing under a storm of pink petals.
We all came inside the house with pink petals falling off our jackets and hair onto the oak floors. Soon my daughter was back outside. She re-entered the house, but it was only to retrieve a stepladder. For the next hour she would come to the door declaring, “close your eyes!” Then when we opened them she would hand us a bouquet of pink buds. We filled vases and teacups until flowers illuminated our living room.
The flowers are sitting at my elbow, reminding me of the gracious presence of my daughter. She is always teaching me about grace. Many times she is where I see God. Grace, a free act of beauty and generosity on a cool, overcast day. I guess I know what it means to live in a state of grace!
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