In January, we celebrated a birthday, shared some good eats, and idly dreamt of warmer weather. We learned to be adaptable - to take clear skies and sunny days as an invitation to go and do, and to surrender all carefully laid plans with each impending snow fall. This does not mean that I no longer struggle when the sunless, dismal days are lumped together, and each bout of sickness seems to drag on endlessly. But I am working hard at looking for - and finding! - the joy in the little things - like the morning sun on bare toes, a purring feline across my lap, and flowers on a sunny window sill.
Each day is a blessing.
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