I’m learning to leave the windows open
Remembering that August mornings can be cool
And that when the sun is out I lean my face into it
To etch the memory, warm and light, onto my skin
If I know anything, it’s that there’s no such thing
As stockpiling too much joy, gratitude, small perfections
They are blubber for the colder months, the crueler moments
For dreams of him that wake me up, four years later and counting
I read this quote:
I was growing when I didn’t
Even realize it
And there’s a rush of truth
As I look back on a decade past
And there’s a rush of hope
As I look at who I am now, who I am still becoming
Some days I try to forget the lessons I’ve learned
Some days it’s easier to pretend that every day doesn’t matter
But every day does matter, and those lessons were hard earned
Learn them again and again as I must
I read this quote:
When I look back, I see the good
All by grace, I made it further
Than I ever thought I could
And there’s a taste strength
Mixed with the bitter bite of where I stood
At mountains climbed, and ranges ahead
But when I look back, I’ll see the good
With Love,
Natalie