Signs of Life

When I stepped out of the shower this morning, I looked at my legs and…

was just shocked.

Where the hell were all these bruises and scrapes from? Also, there was a burn on my arm. What?

So I reflected on my last couple of hours and days and realized…

They’d been filled with life!

I’d been

hiking and camping and swing-dancing and running and cooking and ironing and cleaning and building things and painting with children and kissing and…

These things, apparently, leave marks.

Visible ones on my body,

but more so ones that change my fabric

just enough to make me just a little different from yesterday.

So I nodded my head and agreed –

they’re signs of life.

Of a really, really good life.