Do It Again

We enjoyed our first snow of the season over the weekend. There is something so magical and delightful about snow. It brings a quiet wonder as it blankets the earth with an innocent white beauty. It is playful and energizing as the crisp air fills your lungs and crunches beneath your boots. 

In these moments, I am a child all over again. 

Sometimes I wonder if we don't spend all of our younger years growing up only to find ourselves in our older years becoming more like children. It is the gift of life. As we embrace it, we find ourselves living more in sync with the rhythm... dancing a bit more, singing a little louder, and telling stories and laughing "just because". 

Maybe our best days are right here in the sacred ordinary.

"A child kicks its legs rhythmically through excess, not absence, of life. Because children have abounding vitality, because they are in spirit fierce and free, therefore they want things repeated and unchanged. They always say, Do it again; and the grown-up person does it again until he is nearly dead. For grown-up people are not strong enough to exult in monotony. But perhaps God is strong enough... It is possible that God says every morning, Do it again, to the sun; and every evening, Do it again, to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike: it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we." --G. K. Chesterton

Living your best life is doing it again and again. Loving, breathing, playing, hugging, giving, and remembering such are the moments that fill our hearts. 

As you celebrate Thanksgiving this year... doing it again... may you rejoice as a child.