If you have been reading here for any length of time, you know just how much I love holidays. We celebrate them all, from the grandest to the most mundane. Lately, however, I am beginning to appreciate the beauty in the simplicity of the ordinary days. I am learning to enjoy them for what they are, individual gifts of love, joy, and peace opened each and every morning. These ordinary days are much more than the period of time between the excitement of the holidays. Rather they are moments of quiet, regularity, consistency, and peace. These are the days that lay the foundation for the memories our children will hold in their hearts forever.
I remember my mother's bright yellow kitchen, decorated with plastic daffodils. I still think of Sunday spaghetti dinners spent there when I see those beautiful flowers. I think back to my mom and dad enjoying their morning coffee together when I sip my own cup on a quiet spring morning. Holidays and special days are festive indeed. But the ordinary days that come between are even more special when we take the time to savor them, don't you think?
Have a cozy day, my friends.
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