12092016 73 and Sunny
Today was one of those days that I will remember forever. From being awakened in the predawn hours by a soft voice and loving hands to corralling my sweet cherubs and getting them off to daycare. A nice quiet visit with my friend, who knows exactly the amount of panic that is in my nervous system, and that the complete antidote to that is her gentle strength-filled voice, reminding me that everything is going to be okay. Long rides with sleepy people and the sun as it washes the dark sky with swaths of peach and pale and the attempt to figure life out with small questions and quiet observations. The smell of fall, crisp and clean and leaves burning somewhere in the distance. I had no idea it was going to be such a beautiful day. That’s what it is, isn’t it? It’s all beautiful and perfect and messy and sleepy-eyed until it isn’t. When our eyes are fully open, and we can see what’s in front of us, we can’t pretend that it’s all good and perfect and 73 and sunny. Sometimes it’s rainy and bitter cold and we get soaked to the bone and sick.
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