Fireflies dance across the dusk sky, little containers of light flicking on again, off again. I try to follow the pattern they make through the wind. I hear my husband cheering our son up the hill, encouraging him to peddle harder and faster, watch my little one as he bounces in his carrier, and think how very blessed I am. As the the steady breath pumps in and out of my lungs I realize, once again, that this really is a beautiful life I'm living and thank God for giving me another day.
Response to Five Minute Friday prompt: Beautiful