indeed there will be time . . .
July 12, 2012
Today we had the luxury of walking upon the beach. We didn’t hear “the mermaids singing, each to each . . .”
But we did walk the dog, and feel the sand in our toes. For some reason Micah refused to let his knees touch the sand: he maintained an awkward-looking position with his backside protruding out, er, behind him ;-), and his hands playing in the dirt. He was certainly happy enough–odd though he was to look at.
At any rate, it was one of those days in which, in the midst of kid-shuffling and daily errands, I felt the sweetness of it all. The sweetness of conversations with my cousin. The sweetness of a sticky little hand patting my own sweaty limbs on the car ride home. The sweetness of a mountain peak peeking over the distant clouds. The sweetness of life.