New mercies

037BFF09-A13C-4C54-8019-90FDC613F48CWritten last night, knowing this moment would come:

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Game 7 of the World Series played in the background. Ezra and Damon played a board game. Move two spaces. Gather one card. Another hit. The crowd cheers. Both games moving forward.

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I was trying to forget how long the day had felt.

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How the endless sound of a jackhammer next door had kept the baby from napping.

How I felt like half the day was wasted in fatigue and slow moving work.

How not much of anything had gone right.

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The cards for the game were still strewn on the ground and another pitch was being thrown…As I started a bath for Ezra. Epsom salts and lavender oil and bubbles. Scrub the day away and soothe what’s aching.

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All will be well tomorrow.

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When the sun starts to rise and the coffee starts to brew.

When music is playing and we have found our rhythm.

When the light is pouring in and I’m standing in the kitchen watching these boys shine.

When I’m reminded that for every day that has me knee deep in frustration; there’s a beautiful day marching down the street with a sign saying “We’re all okay!”

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Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is the sun shining on a new day. One day leaves you feeling defeated, but the next feels like a victory march. This gloriously bright and broken life is lived just one day at a time.

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“Morning by morning new mercies I see.”✨