I love a good day.
The kind that has something that went right inside of it. The kind of day where I am smiling and it isn’t forced or coerced or even much of an effort. I love the type of day where my children hug me and I am glad to be their mom. A day where I make time to collect my thoughts, myself, my dirty laundry, my mail—or any of the above.
Most of all I love a day like today where I am a bit satisfied, fulfilled, relaxed. One where the constant hurt isn’t nagging me like a heavy headache. Where loss is in the back of my mind and calm is in the front. A calming day is a good day.
