This past weekend was glorious. It was the kind of spring weekend that seems like a dream: clear sunshine, crisp blue skies with only streaks of white clouds, a light breeze and everything in bloom. These are the kind of days when it’s impossible not to smile, beaming like the sun above, when looking out the window makes you rush through your morning rituals so that you can be outside.
As I walked through Central Park on Sunday afternoon, I missed my hubby terribly, but I was overcome with a joy at knowing that days like this exist, that I can share all of this with him and everyone else I love.
All this beauty could inspire anyone — even the most non-believing non-believer — to believe that there is a higher power out there.