I’m putting in a yard area, off the front courtyard, where the dogs can run. What makes Sadie and Bernice happy makes ME happy. They miss the big grassy expanse we had in Scottsdale, and so do I. Sadie–the beagle–and I used to get down on the ground and wrestle.
It’s the ordinary joys, don’t you think, that make life so wonderful?
It’s not so much the big career advancements, the new house or car, the lottery win. It’s things like writing to you from my kitchen table, listening to Karen Taylor Good. It’s wrestling with a happy dog in a grassy yard.
What makes your life sing? A good book? A child? A simple, heartfelt prayer at sunrise, when it really strikes you, what a miracle it is to be alive?
Do more of the little things.
