Sometime, when I’m feeling sorry for myself, I need to look here and remember there are such days in my life when I get to drive through the glittery countryside for hours and simply let my mind clear. When I get to walk my happy dog in the crisp air, under the quiet, gorgeous, rising sun. When I get to spend a leisurely mid day with my grandma, who remains perpetually delightful to be with. When my kids come home from school, excited to make big progress in the novels they are reading. When my husband brings home the most amazing tacos for dinner. When my biggest responsibility is tucking my kids in, and plowing deeper into the novel I’m reading. Such glorious days are these.