As the sun began to rise and I glanced out the window, I felt my breath catch as I took in this beautiful picture. It’s as if someone took a paint brush and danced it across the sky. In my minds eye, I can see Bob Ross painting it and hear him saying, “Happy little clouds. . . Happy little clouds.” The sky calls out to me saying, “Stop! Look! Take it in. . . this is for you!” It is in these moments that I realize how small I really am and yet how big this life can be. And beauty like this begins, for me, what is an ordinary day. . .
A trip to the park
A stop at the library
Living room tents
Playing follow the leader
Taking a walk
Mediating between the arguments of a 2 and 4-year old.
Singing “You are My Sunshine” before bed
Nothing spectacular. . . but beautiful nonetheless. And when I really stop and think, I am absolutely sure that these ordinary days are the days that I will always remember. These are the days that I will come back to with fond memories as I remember the way Charlie smiled or the way Chanelle laughed. . . at everything and nothing all at once.
And what totally rocks my world is how these ordinary days so quickly become extraordinary when I see them through the lens of forever. . .
Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have, and only you can determine how it will be spent. Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.