Newspapers won't always lay a trail for me to find my way from my kitchen to the living room. They often do nowadays and uncooly I often find it bothersome until by grace I remember that it will not always be so and then I can see just how precious these little paths really are.
Envelopes looking just like this one have been adding joy to our mailbox trips for more than six years now. Soon Netflix envelopes will change. I am not as sentimental as I was when I was younger but if you think I didn't save this envelope in my attic to remember the good old days you don't know me well at all.
My children won't always eagerly bring me handfulls of dead leaves as if they were flowers and insist that I display them prominently in our home, but I do pray that they will always find a similar delight in simple, predictable pleasures like the changing of the seasons.