I know I've come down off my vacation high from the cabin because I've been fighting a bad mood each morning and I've been smarting all week about it. I was feeling particularly snarky and grumpy this morning--moaning about my hard-knock life, my woes and wounds, and wishing I was far, far away from the messy, ordinary, dailiness of my life.
Then I came across my sister's entry from yesterday. She took some sweet pictures of a bouquet of flowers she received and then shared those photos on her blog. And suddenly I was reminded of one of the small pleasures in life, one of the bits of beauty, one of the reasons I do like to wake up in the morning.
And just like that, the dailiness of this day shined a little brighter.