I had a beautiful day today.
It wasn’t exceptional, I guess, in the scheme of grand days that Other People might have.
It had blue skies, though, and blueberry crepes, and a bouncing girl in fairy wings, and reading and writing and hugs and holding that same small girl as she slept and dreamed.
And laughter. Snorting, crying laughter.
It was a good day. Not a big day. But a happy one. And I was grateful.