my mom was an interesting combination of contradictions, which i think have held over to my wacky set of thoughts. she was both very practical and had this beautiful sense of the magic at the same time. i think that love of magic has manifested itself in my love of the whimsical. a blue balloon skipping down the road becomes a lost friend, kitty cat teapots remind me of alice, sunbeams through clouds are god's smiles....ahhh, the beauty and happiness in whimsy.
today i'm grateful for my sense of whimsy - it allows me to find a bit of joy in my days, even when they seem the very darkest. on gorgeous days like today, it makes me positively giddy to look outside my office window to see a bright cornflower blue sky and think it must be like looking into the eyes of the one you love most. the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.
hope you have a beautiful weekend.