I wrote yesterday about seeing the beauty in the fog... so I tried to live it again today.
I can still see my baby girl in this one.
“A dead thing can go with the stream,
but only a living thing can go against it.”
G.K. Chesterton– The Everlasting Man
Got a little piece of sunshine in my mailbox today from my friend Emilie. If you've every doubted the worth of a handwritten note of thoughts put to paper, it is indeed priceless. Thank you Em.
The end of this post is near, I promise. In fact, it's here.