"Is this a special day?" she asked in her four-year old innocence? It had been a rather ordinary Saturday, really. A later breakfast following a late night evening of Celebrate Recovery gave Saturday a relaxed atmosphere. There was the normal mix of tinkering with over due projects around the house, some cleaning and picking up in-between occasional hugs and impromptu silly songs, and enjoying the bounties of a north coast back yard: blackberries and lemon cukes. While Papa attended to some fix it projects I took her for a walk/ride in the red wood wagon that my Dad had given her mother when she was a child. We stopped and observed simple pretty things in our neighborhood. It was a day of just taking time, and that's why it felt like pure luxury.
"This is the day the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24 (NIV)
It's easy to get caught up in the rush rush of life, and I do it often. Yet days like this give such perspective and meaning to the rhythm of life. "Is this a special day?" "Why, yes it is my dear, just because we are together."
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