This week’s gratitudes were all about simple pleasures. I had jotted a few things down like, getting ice cream cones, riding carousels and strolling through an historic park, barefoot, while listening to the sounds of jazz and later watching fireworks reflected off the lake.
But our weekend ended sadly with our neighbor’s 22 year old son being killed in a motorcycle accident not three blocks from where we had all just watched the fireworks together.
So today I am mostly grateful that I can still hug my children and tell them I love them.
That is very sad and you are right - it does make you pause and be happy you can still hug those that are close. I'll try to remember it when I walk into their bedroom and can't see the floor :)
ReplyDeleteoh so sad - I'm sorry for their loss. it is, indeed, the small, simple things that matter and end up adding up to something bigger than the parts.
ReplyDeletePerhaps there is no greater 'simple pleasure' than to be able to hug our children. Prayers in earnest for his family.
ReplyDeleteOh dear. Such a sad, sad thing. My thoughts go out to the parents, family and friends. And, yes, in the meantime, we must treasure each other...
ReplyDeleteJoining the chorus with thoughts to parents, other family, friends near and far. Four words: Minnie Riperton, "Simple Things" And oh yeah, hugs all around.
ReplyDeleteI saw the obit today. So very sad.
ReplyDeleteLove the picture of the girls. They know how blessed they are too.