

Tomorrow is our oldest son's birthday. He sent these flowers to me, in the cutest jar - says Jardin on it (meaning garden). I love flowers. I love their happy faces and sweet scent. I love how they brighten a room/yard. And I love that to me they represent life / hope. Thanks, Son, Happy Birthday.

Last night we went to Hale and saw the cutest play - Beau Jest. How fun it was to sit and laugh together about the foibles of human nature. I liked that there was an emphasis on honesty and forgiveness. (And when we picked up our tickets at "will call" The Husband made the young lady behind the counter laugh, she said it made her night better. Even though I've heard that particular joke countless times, I was glad to hear it again if it made her smile. Well done, My Love.)
How grateful I am for that agency. And for the repentance and gratitude that are an integral part of that agency. For the knowledge that I only have to do my own very best and let others figure things out on their own - even when I might be the recipient of their thoughtlessness or unkindness. That lesson/knowledge often includes steps forward accompanied by steps back. I like this quote. I like the sense of hope that inspires.
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