It’s a funny thing about routines, at times they can cause us despair...
But it’s also easy to fall into them and find some comfort there.
I for one love the routines in my life, I don’t find them dull...and once more
It’s the very routines that over the years have become the traditions I adore.
Waking up next to Deborah every morning, walking together at first light
Solving a crossword, sharing meals then back in bed at night.
Rocking babies, doing homework, driving children wherever they needed to go,
Vacations in North Carolina every summer, and that one winter seeing snow.
Watching the grandchildren play soccer all those early Saturdays
The family getting together for dinners, birthdays and holidays.
Putting up a real tree each Christmas, helping children and grandchildren believe
Opening presents and eating pizza is our routine Christmas Eve.
Routines may not seem sexy or breathtaking or romantic at first glance
But I believe they are...if we give them half a chance.
What if we viewed the routines in our life more like the pages of a book
And instead of dismissing them as mundane we took a closer look.
For I believe it’s in our daily routines where living and life coincide
And where, if we are lucky, our joy and happiness reside.
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