What is there to say that hasn’t already been said in some way over the past 363 days?
Today, I started off the morning sitting quietly. I started a fire in the fireplace and sipped my coffee. My oldest child joined me on the couch. We talked quietly and watched the flames.
Today, I played a board game with my three kids and my two nephews. My sister has been visiting for the past few days. She lives hundreds of miles away, and we only see each other a couple of times a year. It has been a joy to have her family staying with us under the same roof, sharing meals and stories and laughs.
Today, I went ice skating with my youngest child. I also taught her how to ski. It was a cold afternoon and a cold evening, but not brutally so–just cold enough to remind us that it really was winter, and we were outdoors enjoying the day. At some point, big, soft snowflakes fell from the sky.
Today was a day to remember–for the big and the little things. And as I have said so many times this year: aren’t they all days to remember? Aren’t they all moments worth living, as aware as I can be?
Yes, this blog is coming to a close, but only the writing of it. Let’s hope (no, let’s affirm) that the practice, and the experiment, of living in the moment will continue well beyond my final written words.