Life is precious, isn’t it?

I’m remembering that today, on what is a very ordinary day. Andrew’s hammering away finishing the bathroom floor, Jamie’s curled up on the bed and I’m sat next to him, laptop and books spread around me. I’m listening to Jose Gonzalez, whose music I had kind of forgotten about, but now I’m remembering how much I love it. My bag sits on the floor almost packed for my trip to a friend’s house tomorrow, train tickets tucked neatly inside it.

Earlier we took a trip into town, realised we hate town on a Saturday, but made the best of it in a new favourite cafe where they serve the best coffee and the biggest sandwiches. People stopped to fuss over Jamie when they walked past.

This morning we argued a bit about laundry, of all things, but true to form, minutes later we were sat in the car discussing the latest TV programme we’re into and laughing at Jamie trying to snuggle his nose right under my arm.

I read this post by Sarah Bessey today – isn’t it just full of the preciousness of life?

Whatever you’re doing, I hope that you catch a little of life’s preciousness in the moments that make up this bank holiday weekend.

17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1: 17








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