The Blessing of Life Itself

So often as a child, as a teen, as a young adult...
I gazed upon this same scene
As I walked out the door of my house, or walked up and down the hill to the barn...

But I do not remember the beauty, the splendor, the treasure
that I see here tonight...
this beauty that takes my breathe away...

Faintly, I remember those stirrings, those thoughts of
'This is a beautiful place!"
But nothing like the sentiment I have tonight after 40 years...

Why?
Is it because the familiar of today, the routine, the business of our everyday
We miss the treasure, the gift, the poured out blessing?
Or
Maybe the years that have pasted and the experiences we have experienced
Have made the treasures of the past become greater...

I don't want to miss the treasure that is in front of me today
The beauty, the specialness of the relationship, the poured out blessing,

Or the blessing of life itself!