My sports bra sits in my lap.
I sit in one of my great-grandmother’s chairs around our old wooden table and think about whether I should make coffee first or just hit the road.
I am still wiping the sleep from my eyes, and my hair is flat and puffy in all the wrong places.
It took me forty-five minutes to get out of bed this morning, resetting alarms so Michael wouldn’t be woken again and again by the snooze. The bed was so perfectly summer cozy, the down comforter and sheet feeling just-right weight, and fresh air coursing through the room, pushed in and out by the fan.
So hard to move.
The girls still sleep, and the house is quiet, so part of me wants to stay and breathe silence here. But the morning light outside is glorious, and it rims the shiny leaves with promise, and it’s calling me.
I am searching for words these last days to describe what is, to express life when so much is same. Same but unfolding in its own way with surprise here and new there.
I think I might know the form of this day, but I don’t unfold it on my own.
There are these little people who have their own ways and this coffee that tastes different morning to morning, and on my walk, always the bikers, but first today one in a cute skirt and heeled shoes and I wonder how she bikes in them, and then a lean man in his florescent cycling clothes. Tomorrow, the other way around.
This day is folded up like a fresh sheet ready for pulling across the corners of the bed, and we don’t know how it will shake out and exactly where the wrinkles will be.
Or the blessings.
We just know that day will unfold with its own unique everydayness. With its coffee, its shoes, its bicycles, its people, its Light, touching down on imperfect hair.
What everyday blessings are you seeing this morning?
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This morning as I ran in my neighborhood, I couldn’t help but see the purple lavender in bloom. The blessing was the beauty of God’s creation, growing up from the ground and me thankful to take notice (with *my* imperfect hair and exploding lungs).
Love you, friend! :)
Purple lavender, exploding lungs, God’s creation growing up from the ground. Love it, Mags!
This morning the blessing of warmth & early morning sunshine have brought me joy amidst my exaustion from being awoken at 5:15 by my baby boy…I feel like having this string of beautiful summer days gives me a more positive outlook amidst any stress or tiredness I may feel! Thanks be to God!!!
Joy, warmth, sunshine be yours in abundance, my friend!
My Blessings for such a gorgeous day, week. month . Waking up to sunshine brings such energy and joy and then to look outdoors and see all the beautiful flowers in bloom. Thanks for your unique view of everydayness .
Such a gorgeous time here! I, too, am grateful for the dose of joy and energy that comes with the glorious sun!
As always, I am in awe of your thoughts and expressions. I love you so much!
Thank you, Auntie! xoxo!
It may seem at times that there is little to differentiate our days. Each morning allows me to think and see differently the world around me; this energizes me and makes me appreciate my existence.
You’re so right, Papa — seeing the sameness differently does energize us. We seem to need to find adventure and hints of uniqueness in the everyday to truly appreciate what’s right in front of us.
It’s just 10 a.m. (just *wink*.. this is the day I sleep in a bit and read posts like yours).. and I’m thinking it’s a walking/hiking/biking sort of day!! Have a wonderful day, Ashley!! xoxo
Sounds like a great day. Hope it was wonderful. Sleeping in is a great way to start. :)