To be alive is a terrible beauty.
Our close relationships, our experience of nature, and a host of other things offer us challenge and blessing in equal measure.
It's hard to remember that we ought to stop and savor the details. We don't always have it in us to do this. That's ok. When we do have the wherewithal, we ought to take notice. It will be enough.
So, I submit to you some things I've been able to stop and notice recently in hopes that you, Reader, will find your own things in your own life to notice. These are ordinary things seen during ordinary days of mundane work and conversation. It will seem strange, perhaps, that there are pictures of me buried in here. I think it's particularly healthy and right for mothers to stop and remember that they are lovely and still exactly who they're meant to be - sometimes doing all of the mom things can take it out of us. We feel like we haven't got anything of of that spunky young lady left . . . but she's always there, moms. She's always with you. Motherhood might stretch us in every way possible, but if we're fully present, it will not obliterate us. We'll still be ourselves.