Last night, Jack and I had breakfast for dinner. Sometimes, you just need pancakes and bacon, no matter the time of day. We have held a lot of sadness this week, and for an hour, we savored the sweetness of maple syrup at 8 pm.
Afterward, the whole house smelled like butter.
This reminded me of how small, good things sustain us. Simple pleasures go a long way in helping us soften to the life in front of us. They keep us present.