Owen: cool
Ever: concentrate
Gosh, these two. In the eb and flow of life this hasn't been the most buoyant of weeks. But for all those times I am less patient than I'd like to be or someone melts down over some small ego injury I thank God for the newness of tomorrow. For fresh air and cut grass and bath-time and books and hugs that make sense when things aren't smooth. For the journey being the destination. Because it means that I don't have to have it all perfected right now. I just have to keep moving in that direction. Slowly. But surely.
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