I can’t let today go by without mentioning how wonderful it all is.

I hate to be the little Miss Sunshine when it so often feels like the world’s gone to pot, but this morning was just a reminder of how amazing it all is.  I love even the imperfections in our little life.

The weather was so mild this morning.  In the 60s, on the first morning of July.  The dogs were running in happy circles all over the backyard.  The baby was squealing in his exersaucer, dancing with the intermittent music of his playthings.  Bryan was having a leisurely breakfast of toast and grits and chocolate milk.  I was being lazy.

It was just a Tuesday, not worthy of any celebration.

But we are so blessed.