The gentle presence of my mama as she gives of herself to my children as she always has done for me;
quiet afternoons, a peek now and then at the Olympics;
the lingering warmth of sun on line-dried laundry;
bountiful market produce;
the beginning of something transformational;
boisterous children, hands in shalom, summer heat.
:: giving thanks with beautiful Taryn at Wooly Moss Roots for Gratitude Sunday ::