every ordinary day...

"It doesn't require a special day to express how much I love you...

every ordinary day is more special when I am with you."   -unknown

Reposting from 2013...

it is beautiful to love the ordinary...

They call to me.

Oh how I love the sea grapes, and the way they welcome me, stretched out along the dunes.
When the sun shines through, they glow against the bright blue sky... and in the afterglow their dinner plate shadows wave goodnight. 

Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. 

It's ordinary to love the beautiful, but it is beautiful to love the ordinary. 

-Unknown

morning dance...

It is a dance.
A dance of cabinet doors and arms reaching.  I know it by heart.
Power button. Mug. Sweetner. Splash. Swirl. And at last, the sweet-bitter scent of coffee spilling and filling.
A quick stir, and then the first sip.  I stop to feel the hot liquid warm me through... and then I am ready to drink in the day.

I cannot decide if it is the dance, or the stillness that follows, that is sacred... but it truly may be both.

morning glory...

I call, she calls... we chat for an hour here, an hour there.  It keeps us connected, up to date with the roller coasters of daily life. But I still miss her. On a whim, we decided to meet at the beach for a walk...

We walked for miles. Almost five. She introduced me to this beach so many years ago. The place you go when you want {need!} to feel like you are on vacation.  We used to pile kids and pails and swim noodles and chairs on our laps while we navigated the boardwalk in the golf cart shuttle.  Today we walked, unencumbered.  Through the mangroves, up and down the beach. Our chatter spun around us like the breeze, and the stories of the spring and summer washed over our souls, as the waves splashed against our bare feet. Too much time had passed, and sharing the morning felt like coming home.