Anne Shirley said that:
"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."*
That's my week. Nothing exciting or sad or out-of-ordinary has happened.
Days like this, I savor every "simple little pleasure" like cold coffee and cat eyes and inspiring blog posts. Today, I enjoy the feeling of fresh mown grass under my feet and the sound of my dad's voice calling me Kates.** Days like today, I hate the strong wind that blows my hair in my eyes but love the rain its bringing. Today, I laugh at our out-of tune piano and wish that I could play it. I talk about paint colors with my mom and anticipate seeing my grandparents. I hug my cats and smile when my dog tries to lick my face. I read a book, losing myself in another world.
Nothing isn't always bad.
*Anne of Avonlea, pg. 161
** Kates is my favorite nickname, mostly because it's Daddy's special one.