I’ve killed all of my hydrangeas.
They were thirsty, I was unfaithful.
Tonight I made a salad with produce from my very own garden…and why do my cucumbers taste funny?
My toenails are sea foam green and they remind me of mermaids.
My house smells like brownies and the dishwasher is whirring.
The sons are in bed, and one is murmuring to Buzz Lightyear about wings and flight and superheroes.
Sheldon had Physical Therapy today and he’s doing really well. I watched him play in colorful plastic balls and swing on a rope platform and I clapped my hands as he stumbled around on his own two feet, clinging to big fingers.
Some people wait longer to help sons take first steps, and I thought about the mother next to me with the older boy who couldn’t speak and needed a chair. She seemed happy too though, and smiled as she sang “The Wheels on the Bus”.
She makes me think that the key to contentment is pay attention to the extraordinary regular…to splash in the water of experience and not worry about whether you have a towel or not.
Visit Emily here to read her thoughts on contentment. We just both happened to be thinking about it and our words collided and collaborated. Her words are beautiful. You’ll be glad you stopped by.
Housekeeping Item: I think I have provided a way to send you Ostriches in the mail. Add your email address in the space provided at the top right and test my computer literacy! I may just send you my golden nugget filled words via email.