I sometimes forget to follow my own advice, but every so often, something catches my eye. Like the evening light coming through the window and reminding me how much I like to have flowers in the house. Little moments of beauty.
Somehow, I have failed to drill this into the boys. There they sit, watching agents hunt down terrorists. They glory in it, the same way I glory in a quiet moment of beauty.
Southern Ange, I hope you're having fun in Oz!