Number your days

Washing my face

I was counting the sleeps

Until we set sail.

And why?

To get to something better?

To slow down time?

Why can’t i see the gold in this day?

The best part of living

Is present to the moment

To the people

To make today count.

This is a psalm somewhere.

So I want there curled up in bed.

Psalm 90:12

Teach us to number our days

That we may gain a heart of wisdom.

Count today.

Recount.

Learn from.

I held ben after we learned some sad news.

I cut fresh peaches.

I watched the rain.

I giggled as my mom enjoyed biking through the puddles, legs out.

I chose to lay down for 30 minutes

I tried new coffee.

I said goodbye to something that is no more.

I’m not great at new.

But I’m resourceful.

I used aluminum foil to lace Asher’s shoes.

I laughed so hard with cousins.

Dairy Queen isn’t good on the island. I can’t learn that somehow.

I helped my sister pick out seashell earrings.

I like how i do fast wavy hair.

Kavita is the sweetest person.

Asher is tremendously kind.

I want these days to count.

I want to learn from these days

That i can gain a heart of wisdom.

Psalm 90:12