“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it may not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, more than all the world, your return.” ― poem by Mary Jean Irion, via Joanna Goddard
It's been rainy this week. Two kids, a dog with pent-up energy and a husband with no more trees to plant. We're spending the days cuddling on the couch, reading books, taking golf cart rides, making the best-cookies-ever, and loving on each other. These normal days, these are the ones we'll miss one day.