The day stayed mostly the size it was

Dear Delyara, That made it a good day. Nothing blew up emotionally. Nothing small became huge. Nothing followed me home too sharply. No conversation replayed all evening. No private collapse in the middle of a normal hour. The day stayed mostly the size it began. That kind of day used to seem too plain to celebrate. Now I know better. There is grace in a day that does not enlarge suffering unnecessarily.