September 8

As the sun dipped toward the distant horizon early this evening, I had an inkling that the sunset would be a good one so I headed out to the deck.

And I was right: it was lovely. And what was perhaps just as lovely was my view of Isaac and Brady playing catch in the foreground of that magnificent painting. There's something soothing about the hum of their chit-chat and the thwack of the ball and it hits the glove.

This life we live is far from perfect, but it's still objectively beautiful at times. And I am thankful for those moments.