I remembered you again today, not because of the rain or the sea this time around but just because I looked up. I hope you are not too careful so as to miss what’s up ahead for guarding what is around. Appreciate the little things, my love. There is beauty, even in the simple moments of quietness; of being more trusting that as you look up, our Father is up to arranging every nook and cranny around.
Who knows, I might be sitting there as you gaze back from looking up.