“ To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.”

– Clara Ortega

This picture popped up when I was uploading and spoke to me immediately. It wasn't the best of the lot, technically.  It's grainy and the children are wild haired and breathless and held still for about the two seconds it took to snap this. And yet in those seconds it caught that deep peace and devotion between them.  That absolute adoration. 

I needed that today.  We tend to evaluate our progress from one increment in time to another.  Sometimes we have pretty good reason to feel like the whole thing is going awry.   What we are building here, though, is bigger than our days - the good and the bad ones.  

Grateful for this reminder.