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deep orange sunrises
the smell of freshly mowed grass
frothy milk bubbles on my morning cup of coffee
listening to one brother read aloud to another one
my baby’s long, dark eyelashes as he carefully inspects a toy
bird calls and woodpecker noises
the twinkle in my mother’s eyes when she’s surrounded by her grandchildren
tiny purple wildflowers sprinkled around the mailbox
sidewalk chalk drawings covering our driveway
a novena prayed for a loved one
jotting down notes to send to friends
the salt and pepper growing more apparent in Mark’s beard (so distinguished!)
curtains swaying as the breeze comes through open windows
the rush of riding a bicycle (at full speed – “you can do it, mama!”) with my big boys
five tiny bird eggs snuggled in a nest on top of our porch fan
watching a hesitant writer start to try words out on his own
deep orange sunrises
the smell of freshly mowed grass
frothy milk bubbles on my morning cup of coffee
listening to one brother read aloud to another one
my baby’s long, dark eyelashes as he carefully inspects a toy
bird calls and woodpecker noises
the twinkle in my mother’s eyes when she’s surrounded by her grandchildren
tiny purple wildflowers sprinkled around the mailbox
sidewalk chalk drawings covering our driveway
a novena prayed for a loved one
jotting down notes to send to friends
the salt and pepper growing more apparent in Mark’s beard (so distinguished!)
curtains swaying as the breeze comes through open windows
the rush of riding a bicycle (at full speed – “you can do it, mama!”) with my big boys
five tiny bird eggs snuggled in a nest on top of our porch fan
watching a hesitant writer start to try words out on his own
a countertop basket overflowing with fruit
the way running first thing in the morning changes the entire course of my day for the better
spotting the white tail of a deer as it dashes across our property
this quote from Four Seasons in Rome: “We need habit to get through a day, to get to work, to feed our children. But habit is dangerous, too. The act of seeing can quickly become unconscious and automatic. The eye sees something – gray-brown bark, say, fissured into broad, vertical plates – and the brain spits out tree trunk and the eye moves on. But did I really take the time to see the tree? I glimpse hazel hair, high cheekbones, a field of freckles, and I think Shauna. But did I take the time to see my wife?”
the way running first thing in the morning changes the entire course of my day for the better
spotting the white tail of a deer as it dashes across our property
this quote from Four Seasons in Rome: “We need habit to get through a day, to get to work, to feed our children. But habit is dangerous, too. The act of seeing can quickly become unconscious and automatic. The eye sees something – gray-brown bark, say, fissured into broad, vertical plates – and the brain spits out tree trunk and the eye moves on. But did I really take the time to see the tree? I glimpse hazel hair, high cheekbones, a field of freckles, and I think Shauna. But did I take the time to see my wife?”
Love the quote from your book! What a thing to truly consider as we think of those loved ones we live with.
YES! Such a good reminder, right?