Last night was a tough night with teenagers. If you have raised teenagers, I needn't go into detail. Life can be trying at times. Sleep was fitful; tossing, turning and a tired brain awoke in overdrive.
This morning, I escaped to work, seeking reprieve. I nearly rushed to start the engine to loosen the ice on the windshield, without pausing to notice. All was quiet outside, aside from a cardinal who sang to me from the highest branch of a deciduous nearby. A dusty red, the bird's breast expanded with each note. The song made me happy. I smiled.
There is so much to be thankful for despite the struggles and lessons in life. I choose to live a whole-hearted life, noticing the unexpected gifts. It is certain the cardinal will return.