Every day, I sing this song to my little joon.
One day I hope to teach her, either through sweet music, words, or by example, to take on each day as a new one. A beautiful fresh start and clean slate - life never really seems to be that bad when you know how many second chances you get to make each day count.
I bought these 3 little wooden birds at a local boutique the minute I saw them. I knew I would hang them in her room where she would wake up to them every day. To the music of a song she heard me sing to her a hundred times while she was still in my belly.
Today my day went from good, to no-good terrible-awful very quickly. My brain is a scattered mess and I managed to mix up two orders from the shop. On top of it, I went to pick up the totes from the screen printing company, and they were in the wrong colors.
I allowed about an hour to feel sorry for myself, and then it was time to get over it.
People make mistakes, and being in a rotten mood the rest of the night isn't really worth the hard work of staying angry. Sometimes we just need to not worry so much, and realize that everything will be okay.
A couple weeks ago, my Grandma, who speaks about 15 words of English, said to Michael:
"don't worry, be happy."
It was probably the cutest thing she has ever said, at the most appropriate time.
Grandma is such a simple person, almost child-like in her forever preserved state of naivety. I learn so much from her about the true simplicity of life, and our journey through it.
Sweet friends, thank you so much for your kind words in my last post. I never know what to say, so I will just say thank you.
I hope you have a happy weekend, full of no worries and little birds to remind you of new beginnings.
"Three Little Birds" -From the album B is for Bob, Bob Marley