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beach, beauty, coffee, death, existence, family, god, life, love, majesty, orange beach, sun, sunrise, sunset, sunshine, work
Most of us go through our lives taking the simple and sweet things around us for granted. Coffee….the pot is there. The grounds… in a little pod or a grinder. The mugs carefully put away in the cabinet for the next visit. Steaming hot and flavored and the mug fits easily in your hand. You sip and all is right with the world. I take that for granted.
I take it for granted that each day my family will wake up from their slumber healthy and raring to go. It’s not always going to be that way but I don’t go there. Yet I don’t appreciate enough that we are up and at it again. I look across the table at my frail 90 year old Granny and am really trying to focus on not taking things or people for granted.
This morning, I woke up 5 minutes before the sunrise was scheduled to appear at the beach. I hurriedly got downstairs with my husband and we made our way to the beach. With coffee in hand, of course.
What was right before us was none other than majestic. The clouds were surrounding the sun like they were protecting it. The beautiful orange and pinks breaking through. The waves on the beach rolling in to shore. It was a sight. A most beautiful sight.
I realized this morning that I take the sun for granted. It’s there. Even on a rainy day, it eventually appears. It sets at night and rises in the morning. It warms our bodies and darkens our skin. It can be dangerous if not respected. It doesn’t complain about the work to be done each and every single day of it’s existence. It. Just. Is.
Today, I am not taking the sun for granted. Join me?
Orange Beach, Alabama