Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, savor you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may for it will not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky, and want, more than all the world, your return.
-Mary Jean Irion
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4 responses to “normal day…”
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Love this. And the roses. do you happen to know their name?
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No, I don’t–these are from a ramble in a Pasadena park on a particularly not-normal & super-romantic day last April. :)
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You know, I do value my normal days. But having had quite a few particularly not-normal, super-romantic days lately myself, I do enjoy them, too. :)
And no surprise this beauty lives in Pasadena. Hopefully when I’m home in November I’ll make it up there. Doubtful there will be lots of roses, but there might be a few lingerers.
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Amy: the H doesn’t trim back their roses until after the parade (Jan 1). They were unbelievable when I was there just 2 weeks ago…
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