Life is like brown sugar in the mouth of a baby. Sweet and melting with the warmth of their little bodies. Sticky, yummy and good.
Life is the breeze on which the Monarch rises high into the sky and flies thousands of miles every year in order to propagate and survive.
It is a thunderstorm and an old patched quilt on a front porch swing…and the music of a violin on a sweltering New York City night.
It is a first kiss and a final kiss…and every one in between. A touch or a caress; hurried or languished for hours. Its inconsolable grief and monumental happiness.
It is all of these things. I have seen and experienced them and cry for more! More to come no matter how long or how short, I will bask in them. I will revel in them.
The beat of life…and the beat of our hearts..
It goes on every day. Don’t let it pass you by without noticing. Don’t let today pass you by today without loving it.
