It's funny because every day, every single day, for weeks I have thought of all sorts of things to write about – books we read, things we do, thoughts I think.  By the end of the day however I am sometimes so worded out.  A wonderful thing happens when I sit down though.  There is just me and the pictures in my camera from our days.  That's all.  I sit and look and remember and exhale. Slowly all the stress that creeps in through news and social media and appointments and bills just slowly slips away.  All that is left is us again.  Just these faces reminding me why I get up in the morning, why the world is still very good. That 'lovely' is not just an impossible dream.  It happens right here each day. 

Spend the afternoon.  You can't take it with you.

 - Annie Dillard