A smile crept to my lips as I woke this morning.
It wasn’t because the sun was shining (finally) through my window, although that didn’t hurt.
It wasn’t because I had finally gotten a grocery store pick-up time around 12:30 am, although I am beyond grateful for that.
It wasn’t because Lysol wipes magically appeared in the back of a closet, although I almost kissed the package right there in my bathroom.
It wasn’t because my daffodil bulbs are just about to burst open, although spring and the beauty it brings are my all-time favorite.
A smile crept to my lips as I woke this morning.
A sound I hadn’t heard in months pierced my ever-longing ears.
THE SOUND OF A LEAF-BLOWER IN OUR NEIGHBOR’S YARD.
This would have annoyed me on April 1 of 2019.
After all, it was only 7:30 in the morning.
I might have even made some snarky comment about them being a “little inconsiderate.”
I might have spent the next half hour stewing in my cereal.
But today, a smile crept to my lips.
It was the sound of normal, ordinary.
A gift straight from God’s heart to mine.
“Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure that you are.” (Mary Jean Irion)
The Dolly Mama 
This is so spot on, Esther!! Blessings to you and your family
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You too Debbie!!!
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What a difference a year can make!! And a world wide virus. 🙂 I found myself doing the same thing after my son died. Things that would have upset me before, seemed really trivial, and I wondered why I had ever thought they were so important.
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