One of the best things about gray days is the way colors pop against the gloom.
I think there’s probably a lesson in there somewhere, but this season has been long enough that my brain can’t put it together.
This weekend we brought my girl to the other side of the state to the ER there (after being released from the local kids hospital on Wednesday). They gave us different pain meds that actually work and have given us hope that we might get on top of this thing.
We’ve missed so much about summer already. I have a hard time looking at other people’s pictures of vacations and beaches and road trips.
My girl has been laid up for two summers now. I miss days without pain. I miss exploring with my girl. I miss my kids playing together. I miss our life.
I don’t want to miss any more.
I’m trying. Don’t miss what’s in front of you.
And so I try to take my own advice. If you know anything about me, you know how much I love color, nature in general, and flowers in particular.
I think that’s why I’m so grateful for my window boxes this year. (That’s where the photo is from.) I don’t have to go far to get a breath of classic beauty to give me strength to slog through this season where beauty is anything but pretty.