May this season fill your days
without emptying your soul.
Bless you when the routines return—
the school drop-offs, the morning meetings,
the relentless school emails, the endless laundry—
and may you notice that life has not stopped happening
just because it has become familiar.
May you keep looking for the little things:
the warm mug between your hands,
the joke that catches everyone off guard,
the changing leaves,
the child with one more story to tell before bed,
because joy has always loved ordinary places.
Bless you with eyes
to receive the life tucked inside your daily life,
trusting that the smallest moments
are often the ones that quietly hold everything together.
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