Woke up this morning to a couple inches of fluffy, almost weightless snow. I could tell by the quality of the earliest light of the morning that there was snow on the ground. I thought how grateful I was for even a small amount of snow to help with our drought.
Headed off to yoga. For the first time in six weeks. Between being sick (yup, still coughing) and fridge repair and furnace replacement and car service, furniture delivery, and, and, and...it felt like every time I thought about going back to class, something would make it seem not possible. Not the least of which is my cough. In today's societal climate anyone with a cough alarms those people near. I didn't want to have a coughing fit during yoga, a time of quiet.
Anyway, it was great. I know I'll be a bit sore tomorrow after having used some muscles that have taken a long recess. But I came out of class feeling so much better.
Visited with a neighbor. My ministering sister-partner met me at the neighbor's house and the three of us had quite a nice chat. I loved that we can laugh together and commiserate about being old and the challenges that brings that we never thought about having. They are sweet ladies who are always kind to this soul that so desperately craves kindness.
Then came home to an email from my daughter. She shared this article. I absolutely loved it.
One of the reasons I'm including it here is because I want to be able to go back and re-read it. It's very charming.
So today, I'm grateful for kindness. For great words from bright children (including a cute grandson) and for leftover soup for dinner.
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