“When one door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often we look so long at the closed door
that we do not see the one which has been opened for us."
The open doors in one of my favorite old
houses still standing in Dixie.
I always think about the folks who have lived
here and wonder if they knew just how blessed
they were to have lived and raised
their children in the country.
Remnants of lives lived and stories told still
paper the walls in this humble home.
Each year, more of the little house
falls into disrepair. I imagine the memories
will live on long after these walls cease to speak.
It's a reminder to be thankful for the happiness
each day brings. When one door finally closes,
looking with anticipation to the next one that opens,
all the while remembering the good things learned
from the past.
Until next time,