Beauty and joy are most often found in the mundane moments. All around us are tiny masterpieces we'd miss if we didn't stop to notice. When we do, the ordinary often becomes the extraordinary.
I looked up from my book this morning to see my two youngest children, still tousled and rosy from sleep, cuddled up together in the easy chair. Their expressions, the lighting - sublime perfection. A golden moment begging to be captured and held.
As siblings, Alex and Lucas will grow and change. There will be fights over posessions and slammed doors and hurt feelings and demands for privacy. But underneath will be a love that brings them back together, that binds them as family.
That is my hope for my children. That is my hope for us all.
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