Yesterday, I went to the viewing of a woman who died of cancer at age 65. Ten years ago her family was an important family in my life, and even today, they’re all still one of my favorite families.
Gratitude. Thankfulness. Blah. Blah. Blah. I know this time of year it’s become more like clichés, and we’ve began to glaze over all our friend’s daily thankful updates.
I am guilty as anyone for getting bored and despising the daily mundane, but this week I took some time to find the beauty in common moments.