Yesterday possessed that particular ebb and flow that some Monday’s seem to carry. Moments like sitting outside the frozen yogurt shop with my little gingers and my mom, taking in the bustle of down town followed by moments of frustration, time-outs and ranch dressing smeared all over the kitchen floor. Then full circle to playing in the sprinklers and giggling through pre-bed time sillies.
In the midst of it all, whether frustrations or joys, I know there’s an ebb and flow that exists. And knowing that helps me focus less on the anxious times and more on the peaceful, happy chunks of the day. I love a good treasure hunt and finding the understated joys makes those moments louder, more exciting and noteworthy.
Sitting on the rocks at the edge of the bay, looking out over the glassy water and lights of the city line, Josh and I chatted about life. The things we wish did not exist, the things we want to fill our life with and ending with the conclusion that what we have, is good. The challenges, the ebb and flow, that’s what makes life substantial. I wouldn’t change that proverbial ebb and flow for anything.