Wanted to share what is a sometimes overlooked but much loved part of my home: a sort-of header on our back gate, embossed by my husband with my favorite quote, one I revisit time and again when things seem discouraging. (I even have a ring with the same quote engraved on its face--guess that makes this something of a personal credo, no?)
Over the years the words have become weathered and rusty, which seems the perfect finish for the verse....underneath all the tarnish there is always hope.
Though we are bomabarded these days with all sorts of negative stories and images, I think most of us have a great deal to be thankful for, and optimistic about. Corny (and partisan) as it may sound, I still get butterflies every time I hear our new president speak. My eyes well up when my baby wraps her tiny arms around my neck and squeezes. I am speechless when I go to work and discover that my husband snuck away while I was sleeping to clean my office before my arrival. All of these things make me hopeful about my own future, and remind me of how much goodness exists around me. Take THAT, nightly news!
As we begin to look toward spring, may we all dwell in the possibility of what may be. (Thank you for enduring my rare outburst of schmaltz!)