I find such joy in something as minute as a bright green clump of moss clutched by the armlike root of a hardwood tree.
Our evening has been filled with ordinary activities: playing with the boys, enjoying a soup, sandwich, and salad dinner together, constant conversation, a bit of tube, and planning all sorts of good things. Ordinary.
I once told someone close to me that I didn't feel I always had something interesting about which I could converse, that my life was kinda quiet. The response was that quiet could be good. And you know, at least for me, I couldn't agree more.
Nighty night, all.
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