thankful for the scattered {part 1}

 

for

 

even though they're no longer on trees,
still beautiful.

 

scattered, but almost as if intentionally placed and perfectly so.

also,

for

 

because when i think about it,
they're really just his

 

 

and they're not just his joys...

 

they are every bit as much mine, too.

so what at first seems like a yard to clean up
and a floor to pick up...
they are really just scattered joys.

. . .

sometimes this word gets negative attention...

 

but in these last few days of autumn,
with all the leaves fallen from the trees and covering our walks and driveways,
and in these first several days of infancy,
with all the toys strewn about, blocking our living space,
i treasure the scattered.

i treasure what and who it is that brought the scattered about.

 

this november eighteenth,

i'm thankful for the toys and the leaves... for the color inside and out.

i'm thankful for you, sweet boy.