Kayaking or Dreaming?

I’m always tired after the leukapheresis procedure, so after supper we drove to the lake house for a lazy weekend.  Late, Saturday afternoon I kayaked while MaryBeth slept.  It was like another world watching the kayak cut through clouds painted on the water, where at times fish seem to swim around the clouds.  At some point I watched a fish dart around the moon that was rising above the trees and I felt her shy smile and tender touch.  Sunday, MaryBeth and I kayaked after lunch, and as we watched storm clouds approach I was wrapped in a memory of long ago.  It’s the soft tender moments of life with those we love that turn the ordinary into memory moments that last a lifetime.  Cherish a memory moment today.