On the longest and greyest winter days, when time seems to have stopped still and Spring seems as distant as the stars, it takes a special sort of effort just to stay slightly sane.
It takes all my strength to smile for my baby, all my stamina to sing, and all my soul to survive.
And so on days like this, when the clouds crowd around my windows and the bleakness becomes too much to bear, I pretend that I'm Pollyanna and focus on the little things in life that have the power to make me glad.
Like baby toes at breakfast:
Messages of goodwill in my block trolley:
Beautiful irises blocking my view of bare plaster:
His very first feel of play-dough:
And chocolate, raspberry muffins:
And once I start playing the glad game, the bleakness that seemed unbearable blends into the background and I notice that there is happiness to be found almost everywhere I turn.