quiet

I've been staring at the computer for nearly an hour.  It's not for lack of ideas that I'm finding it tough to write today. It's not even really for a lack of desire. I don't know.

Some days, I'm just quieter.  Some days I just don't have a lot to say.  I mean, I could say a lot; plenty to talk about.  But in this day I don't want to force it.

If my aim is to be authentic, then today I own that I'd rather be quiet. And that's okay.

Right here when a new week is starting and 31 Days is drawing to a close I think I'd rather thumb through my pictures from the week, pause, and feel the weight in my chest of a full heart because of what's been.

a skeptical look on this handsome face after I gave him a taste of a salted-caramel coffee recipe I made up

12-year-old hands hard at work all weekend doing scientific experiments for her school project

a blurry photo of two peas in a pod dressed for their own land of make-believe

this sweet girl's smile

being sneaked up on by this munchkin

I think I know I'm very rich. Sometimes the only necessary commentary to add to that fact is none.