My husband calls everyday over his lunch hour.
Everyday he asks the same question, “How was your morning?”
Today I answered that everything was fine. No miracles, no disasters. It’s been a good morning.
Then it struck me what a blessing that is – a day full of the simple pleasures of life.
A child who finally understood a math concept.
The smell of fresh bread.
The sound of my children’s laughter.
A few stolen moments of quiet with a good book and a cup of tea.
The feeling of completeness when my husband walks in the door after work.
The hum of the furnace.
An email from a friend.
The sweet indulgence of a Dove chocolate bar.
Cuddling with the kids as we watch TV together.
I think L. M. Montgomery said it well-
“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.” Anne of Avonlea
Simple little pleasures – like pearls slipping off a string.
What a blessing!
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