Since... the recent happenings in the lives of myself and my sweetheart... I've been trying to slow down the pace of life a little. I don't know if it's working- but even being grateful for a cool drink of water can connect you to the moment- better than a thousand worries can.

It's the little things that always make me smile... Like- whenever I tell my Grandmother I love her- she says: "Me too"- and she says it with gusto. And a grin. I cherish that grin.

A stranger made me smile, today. I laughed at a less-than-funny joke because the teller was sincere. Someone else's Grandmother clucked her tongue while I bought a small bag of trail mix- making me blush and giggle for my 'goodie' addiction. Little moments wove themselves together until I had the makings of a beautiful day.

But- maybe the secret is that I believed it would be beautiful.

Here's to tomorrow.