Drab, Brown Work Button

For the first time I grabbed a button and though - "oh, no, not this button, this is not the right button for this day. This is a drab button, a work button, a serviceable button on a day filled with light." I laid the dark, dull brown leather button on the dresser and actually reached in a chose another - a shiny coppery colored one that also did not feel right, but, was better. I went to put the first one back and instead put them both in my pocket. 
The sermon was - interesting - serviceable - a lesson on not taking the easy way out, on walking the long way hand in hand with God who knows the way. Boring and necessary.
I had to run errands on a stop watch timetable to accomplish all tasks on the list before picking Mom up and heading to the youngest granddarlings birthday party. I had to be efficient, frugal, punctual - all things I loathe hahahahahah - but I pulled it off.
Grateful for the success, Mom and I headed to celebrate Bradley George, the youngest grand darling, who turned one this week.
Four generations gathered together to eat and sing, to blow out one single candle and watch a baby smush cake for the camera.
I thought about the dull brown button that had now been dumped in the change bucket in the car with the coins. I thought about the symbolism of sturdiness that holds a family together through weddings and baptisms and funerals. How fortunate we are to live near one another, to support one another, to laugh and cry together day after day, month after month and year after year.
Oh, drab, brown, work button - you were the right button after all.