Yesterday was a beautiful day. It rained all day. I grew up in the desert and I think that left a longing in my heart for rain. I have to be in a pretty foul mood to consider calling a rainy day dreary. I love the smell and sound of falling rain.
I had a big pot of homemade chicken noodle soup simmering on the stove. I sat curled up in a comfy chair with a brand new book and a vanilla latte. It was such a peaceful, mellow day. Even after the kids came home from school it remained calm.
Today dawned bright and sunny. The sky is a brilliant blue and there’s a constant breeze fluttering the leaves. So different from yesterday but just as beautiful.
The kids have pent up energy that they’re burning up on their bikes in the backyard. The usual neighborhood gang is over. I’m sitting at my table, doors open, listening to the kids’ laughter and the swirling leaves.
My heart feels so full. I am content in this moment. And it is wonderful.