This is the good stuff.
The way the waning sunlight hits her hair — just right — and it glows like a fuzzy halo.
The sound of him kicking the soccer ball and her cheering for him outside my window.
A husband downstairs, putting together a cheap, Ikea-knockoff nightstand just for me.
This is the good stuff.
Watching kittens play-fight, gravity defying and somehow still clumsy.
Her singing at the top of her lungs every time she gets on the swing.
A creative lunch made just for me.
A long walk on the farm with an old, loyal dog as my companion.
This is the good stuff.
A full belly and warm tea.
New introvert, writer friends.
Watching the last of the sun’s rays reflect onto the hill of evergreens, turning them a bright gold.
A black bear sauntering across the field, and a bald eagle circling above.
I am loved.
Thank God for the good stuff.
Life is beautiful. I don't see how anyone who experiences the joys of a slow, intentional life couldn't see the creator's hand in it all.
Beautiful!! It’s looking for the good and expecting it that opens our eyes to God’s goodness.