Every morning when my three-year-old wakes up, she announces the fact with the same phrase, “It’s a beautiful day!” I’m not really sure where or when she picked up this habit, but I’m glad she did. It doesn’t really matter if the bright southern sun is streaming through the cracks in her bedroom blinds, or if the fierce Florida rain is pelting at her window. For my daughter, the phrase, “It’s a beautiful day” is a celebration of life. The world has once again pulled away its quilt of darkness, and revealed a new opportunity for learning and adventure.
I can’t help but wonder what the world would be like if more people greeted each day with the same conscious attitude. In our overworked, minimally rested society, it’s easy to see why morning commuters often greet us with scowls instead of smiles. Even I have mornings when I hit my snooze button, wallowing in the dregs of insufficient sleep, but when my daughter’s morning phrase drifts through my murky consciousness, I have to admit, I hear the chorus of that famous U2 song and I laugh at myself. It is a beautiful day.
June 30, 2008 at 11:48 am
Yes, it is a beautiful day, indeed! We live in a beautiful world. I am presently traveling through the US on my booktour and mission to help a friend and have travelled across eleven states already… a few more to go… The scenery I’ve experienced and people I’ve met have been both breathtaking and heart-warming. Wishing you well, Tricia!
Nina