(Cynics: Please stop reading this post now.)
Sometimes the gratitude I feel at how wonderful life can be seems impossibly grand, too big for my being to hold. Today has been like that. Just a regular old great day of easy and beautiful moments with friends and family. Pancakes. Bacon. Coffee. Tea. Laughter. Sunshine. Children yelling from joy, clumping up and down stairs. Lights. Mud. The best part is those moments is sometimes their recognition. The wish to mentally store those feeling for the less lovely days when I need a reminder of how good life can be. Days like today reminds me of Leo Lionni’s book, Frederick.
Rebecca Kuder 