In honor of Mother’s Day, I decided to repost an experience I wrote about of one day with my mother. It was only one day out of the nearly 60 years I had with her, but, as I wrote in the post, “Living was just better that day and most any day with this mother of mine completely bent on living.” She really did love life, marveling at the beautiful sights and coping with the tough stuff too, and for all she showed me and showered on me, I am grateful to call her mine.
A Week of Tiny Little Joys
There are often small delights popping up in our day-to-day from which we might benefit from acknowledging, like the passing fluffy clouds in an azure sky or the way a breeze gracefully moves the curtain lace. Nothing earth-shattering but just enough to remind us of the delights in life. This week I am grateful for the Tiny Little Joys that rise like a wave of happy straight into the heart. Of course, finding a pair of swings with an ocean view, and a grandson who is just as thrilled as I am to reach the sky, makes for a great start towards feeling fortunate.
Nature is Heaven
Emily Dickinson wrote her celebratory poem, “Nature is what we see” in 1863. Over a 150 years later, for my little guy and me, her words strike just right, as we explore our little nook on this wonderful planet together.
Nine Cent Girl 