When It was time to head for home I caught a few snaps on the way back to the interstate with the notion of a collection along the lines of "things one might see on any given day in Midlothian".
I happen to be reading a wonderful novel titled "The Given Day" - and evidently the phrase has been prodding my subconcious. As I drove along ... (one of the few times I'm alone in the quiet and able to really think ) - the true meaning of "any given day" suddenly struck me as so important.
Not just any day is what we're given ...
Each and every day that the sun rises - that we take a breath - that we go out into the world in what ever way we're able is an unbelievable gift and deserves to be inspected, acknowledged and appreciated with a thankful heart!!! So I replayed the events of the day in my mind and realized how many and how great were the moments ...
On this day's gift I had spent precious time with three of my beautiful grandchildren and a daughter ...
privileged to watch and hear their "tub music".
We made mac n' cheese for lunch, had a tea party, trampolined, basketballed, tire swinged and birthday party planned - every moment, every giggle and hug a gift to remember from this gift of a day!
Looks like this day was a special gift! You are wise to cultivate a grateful heart. Have a good day Susan!
ReplyDeleteGreat thoughts, Susan! thanks so much for your mental trip as well as the other one.
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