She lives in the moment. The positive. She can teach me a thing or two.
Like how NOT to be worried about the future as much as I do. I know it’s my adult duty to sit in silence and frown with concerns but she not aware of those type of troubles just yet.
She says “it’s the ‘goodmorning’ ” One word. No separation here, my friends.
While morning is explained by the sun rising, the appearance of fog covering the streets or the brightness of light as we weave in and out of school traffic, she adds the “good” part as if we all do. Even though we don’t. Some of us usually don’t as often as maybe we should.
I noticed this just last week as I pushed through a crazy, busy schedule. Work, blogging and visiting family made me not see the “good” anything. I didn’t ignore the “good”, I just didn’t see it in front of me. My good. Life, family, love.
But she sees it. It’s all she knows. Morning equals good therefore goodmorning exists.
We all could take a pause and remember that any morning that we awake with loved ones and our life is so damned good.
And because my three year old said it.