difficult days still linger...

but

...

and when they do,
my song will be sweeter.
my flight will be lighter.

until then,
i'll revel in things that make my day
like...
seeing one of my photos here,

or being told by the sweet,
pretty, young barista at starbucks
that every time i come in for my tea,
i remind her of anthropologie
{only my favorite store ever!}

or the way b.
makes an island every night
just before we climb into bed.
{an island is what we call our bed
after he makes it up by straightening
the four cozy knit blankets
that we sleep underneath
through the cold winter nights...
three that cover the whole bed,
and an extra one for me
that covers my half of the bed
because i'm always cold...
an island of soft pink,
soft green and light blue.
that always looks so comfortable
and always is so comforting
and that i look forward to
climbing into every time.
i started to call it an island,
because there are some nights
when i go to retire,
i feel the day and the surroundings
of my cluttered home and life
are like a sea...
sometimes tempestuous,
sometimes just rocky with waves...
but the made bed looks and seems
like a safe, calm and warm
escape from the day...
from reality...
my retreat while i rest.}

or the voice of my closest friends
staying with me on the phone,
telling me all will be okay
and praying with me
or praying for me
when i don't have the strength
to even utter my own
prayerful words
and knowing they walk beside me

or finding birds to photograph

or discovering a new blog
that is made up of the words
and beautiful photography
of two even lovelier people
who i found friends in
from the start
because they are just
those kind of people...
warm and friendly.

i take a lot of delight
and comfort in these sort of things.
sometimes it's the little things
that will get you through...
that help you while you wait.

i've used the quote before,
but i do love it,
and it seems appropriate
to use for this post,
so here it is again...

"hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul,
and sings the songs
without the words
and never stops at all."
~emily dickinson

{i took these shots
last saturday morning.
it was a gloomy, snowy day,
but these birds filled this tree
and loving birds and trees as i do,
i snapped my camera to my hearts content.}