i watched the curtain blow into our bedroom with the storming wind.
henry yowled me out of bed, looking for his stinky breakfast.
i pulled up our sheets, softened by age, and smoothed the bedspread.
my familiar english breakfast tea brewed
while I spooned yogurt into my bowl.
i am noticing and appreciating things this morning.
because our world is still here.
broken and bruised,
but still full of everyday moments and possibilities.
and i am choosing hope and love...today and everyday.
because it helps.