Every day is a special occasion.

Yes!, it’s up to me (and you) whether the day is celebrated or not.  I know, you had to work, and so did I but still it’s a day to be celebrated.

Why? It’s because of life, because of choice to see our cup as full, because the people we love and care about are with us, because we are breathing, and we live.

There are those days when we get to hug those loved ones who live far away, let’s celebrate those also but let’s celebrate that we are here enjoying those daily moments with our loved ones also. It is especially those moments that we will cherish and understand to be special sometime in the future.

sand between her toes

Sure I love the holiday memories, but I also love the regular memories, sharing breakfasts, talking over the dinner table, being picked on by my kids, and even the normalcy of doing kitchen chores or cutting grass.

My son Dave with me in Oregon 2014

Life really is a journey, a bike ride perhaps, times when we coast, when we climb hills and perhaps times when we are knocked off and get hurt.  Still the journey is ours to absorb, to experience and once only.

Rain, dust, wind are all part of our trip to make the days in the sun more special, but really someday we’ll know that they were all special.

Me, my daughter Mandy – Oregon 2014

Every day is a special occasion.