Sunday, Sunday. Lovely day. Started my day with prayer and an ancient, chunky, chipped mug of hot milk and espresso. YUM. I wish for you a day filled with a vivid, vivid awareness of your many, many blessings. I wish you peace; I wish you joy; I wish you oodles of gratitude for that lovely, messy, beautiful family of yours.
Ours days are so hilariously imperfect sometimes. And they can still be beautiful.