Why is it that the ordinary days are really the special days?Today, with my delightful grandaughter, I sat on nature's velvet green carpet of grass.
We made a very, very, long daisy chain.
Later, I played a Pooh Bear game with my imaginative little grandson.
As I said ... just an ordinary day.
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There are some days when the calming of life's hectic pace and our own ability to slow down and enjoy just seem to coincide. I'm glad you had one of those "special" days!
Yes, Gabrielle, and it's from such moments that we may truely count our blessings.
I think most days are ordinary and each one carries with it innumerable "special" moments, linked together like a daisy chain. All we have to do is open our eyes and hearts.
Amen, Fmn, and even more so when our eyes are glazed over with tears and our hearts are heavy.
So true... I sometimes wonder what makes an ordinary day to become special and dear to our heart out of a sudden.
Sometimes I just don't recognise that a day is ordinary-precious. And sometimes it's like God held the time for a moment and showed me, how precious the moment is.
Oh Helen, from your writings, I don't think you have any problems recognising those special moments.
sometimes I wonder what an ordinary day is, I feel they all are so special that can't distinguish them. I love my days, I like my life, and I thank the Lord
Hello Freddie, that's exactly what I mean - it's the (so called)ordinary days that are really the special days.
A beautiful day...
Oh yes, Susan.
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