This life.
It isn't glamorous.
At times it feels downright mediocre.
Mundane.
Truth be told:
The ever after following happily
Feels less sometimes.
(Instant photographs tell a different story:
Smiles and laughter
Sunshine and water
Siblings embracing)
And yet...
Isn't this what we've dreamed of?
Isn't this the life we've been building?
Isn't this the story of contentment?
It is.
It is the dream.
It is the dream in the mundane.
It is the dream in the mundane, and that is what makes it so glamorous.
It's the laughter that bubbles up when she hands you sticks,
calls it pizza,
and reminds you to say your grace before you take a "bite".
It's the delight they express over
splashes of water
and a box full of sand.
It's the weekend filled with unstructured play time;
Entire mornings in our jammies;
Photos not captured because we're living it;
We're living the dream.
It isn't world-wide adventures (unless you count that chapter book we just finished).
It isn't slow moving Saturday mornings with hot coffee and a newspaper on the deck.
It isn't dress up date nights and concerts in the city.
It's life.
This life.
It is glamorous.
It is mediocre.
It is downright mundane.
But there's beauty there.
Beauty in the mundane.
Beauty in the every day.
Beauty in this life we are building.
Because even in what it is not, it is
Breathtaking.
