i recently read a wonderful new york times article about the profundity of the everyday by katherine russell rich, a stage 4 cancer survivor of 17 years & counting.
"when i was told i had a year or two, i didn't want anything one might expect: no blowout trip to the galapagos, no perfect meal at alain ducasse, no defiant red maserati. all i wanted was ordinary life back, for ordinary life, it became utterly clear, is more valuable than anything else."
as we dive into mother's day weekend, my sister mamas, i wish you all the gift of many, many ordinary days, & the presence to revel in & be grateful for them.
got kleenex?? watch this [well worth the sniffles]: