I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.
– L M Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
Photo: Shinji Aratani
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Oh me too…me too
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Yes – I am gradually discovering this day by day. So simple but so profound. Thanks, David, for sharing these gems.
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Yes. Thank you Julie.
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Truth 👍
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👏
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🙂 Yes, such as enjoying breakfast together in peace and the knowledge that life (still and indeed) is beautiful….
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Yesssss…..
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Precisely!
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absolutely, me too
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The truest truth.
But I’d say on a string, not off.
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That works too.
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No, it works better. 😤
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Ahhhh…there’s Susan…with the dog that found her. Both walking along the edges of Zeke’s memories.
Go, Susan. Go.
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So good!
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May this be one of your nicest and sweetest days!
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Yes! May it be.
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what a lovely image! enjoying being in the midst of it instead of wishing I was there…
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So me too. I thought the same.
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Wonderful words of wisdom and supporting composition!
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They are. Thank you.
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Wonderful thoughts and photo to match!
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Yes. Thank you Marlan.
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You’re welcome!
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It’s important to enjoy the little things because sometimes, the big things don’t come around that often. If you were to take all of the major events in your life and add them up, chances are that they comprise a small part of your life in terms of time. Most of life is lived in the spaces between the big moments.
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So true John. So true.
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Absolutely well said, Lucy (or Anne 😉 )! I could not agree more….
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