I delight in the absolute simplest of things: a gentle breeze of crisp fresh air, bird songs and the musician's feathered flight, spying my son inventing new games on his own, smiling at my husband while he laughs heartily at something I don't find amusing (we do not have the same sense of humor). With spring comes a vibrant display of new life; the world surrounding almost screams of the miracle being birthed everywhere. I can hardly contain the joy this seasons brings to me through the same routine things that happen every single year.
Flowers and leaves blooming after the long cold white grey winter.
Baby animals being born in every field and every barn.
Birds nesting, working, playing, singing, nesting.
Seeds being sown and sprouting to grow into miraculous plants for a summer and autumn harvest.
Now that spring is truly here, the continuous rains have transformed our dead brown world into a vibrant green wonderland, the birds are all back and bustling, and our windows are open to let in the lovely clean scents and the happy spring sounds. Today my simple self is soaking in the ordinary yet miraculous. Today is perfection.