In May of 2008, I posted an essay by Mary Jean Irion called Let Me Hold You While I May.
"The day is over; now I will sleep. It has been a normal sort of day, common like a rock along the path. Nothing about it would make one exclaim over it, as one might do with a shell or a glistening piece of quartz. It was just a rock, lying there along my way. But now, knowing that it is about to go from me forever, I hold it in my hand curiously, turning it this way and that, marking its shape and texture, weighing it on my palm. What was it really, this normal day?"...
The essay speaks of cherishing that ordinary day because someday it could be taken from you.
I'm looking around me today and seeing Art's smile, tasting my mom's dishes, talking to my children on the cellphone, doing some shopping and seeing some relatives. They are common everyday things. With all the tragedies so far away happening to those dear to us and everyone around them, it's made me acutely grateful for what we have now.
I'm going to take the time today to appreciate how lucky we are, to notice the wonderful people and things around me and treasure it.