Morning Thanks

Garrison Keillor once said we'd all be better off if we all started the day by giving thanks for just one thing. I'll try.

Friday, February 01, 2008


from A Year of Morning Thanks

Body Heat

Generally, my wife doesn’t wake me up when she gets out of bed in the middle of the night. I don’t think I hear her, or at least her leaving doesn’t mentally register.

But when she returns, she’s cold, so she comes back in like a bride on a honeymoon—well, that’s overstating; she comes back in like a heat-seeking missile—that’s laughably inappropriate; she comes back in to bed really needing me—well, maybe only my body heat.

That's when things register. She comes in and wraps her arms around me—maybe selfishly, I won't judge her motivations. But I have no trouble suffering her self-seeking behavior.

In just a few minutes on this chilly, early February morning, I’m going back to bed myself, thankful, as I enter, for body heat—that’s a sort of crass way of saying it; thankful for a particular form of loving warmth that may well be out of the reach of my words.

No comments: