After the 83rd day of January and the apparent beginning of mud season, the yoga instructor repeated that phrase a few times yesterday. The good things are the subtle things.
Like two extra minutes of sun every day.
Like requests for more broccoli at dinner and then for "those leftovers" at breakfast
homemade necklaces and unicorn drawings from preschoolers
lego motors that move cars, chocolate with pop rocks, rubiks cube lessons online
and a small pickle jar of sourdough starter left on the porch
Like the sound of tiny nanodrone blades whirring from the basement, magnet beads snapping together and floor puzzles to step around
an overnight with the girls who helped me become a good teacher and who walked me into new motherhood
Like fresh stromboli from next door, ready to be popped into the oven after the busy evening run arounds
Like three deep breaths.
The good things are the subtle things.
1 comment:
Yes -- two minutes more of sun every day and three deep breaths. Long-time friends and precious memories of Celia.
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