You just never know what your life will hold from one day to the next. One day you think you're just going out for pie with friends, then you end up throwing road laws to the wind, even though you're with an 11 year old, and ride back home in the back of a red pickup truck. Another day you think you're just going down the stairs from brushing your teeth, and you end up leaving graffiti in your brother's stairwell. (Not pictured, and slightly more edgy: what might happen when you're wandering past your favorite bench in the park and notice poorly done graffiti)
A moral for the blog post? Something about living in the moment I think, something about seeing the fun and capitalizing on God-given creativity... It has something to do with not worrying about tomorrow, because tomorrow has worries of its own. Something in there.
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