32 days to go ('til the big Four-Oh)
But only one week 'til - N'awlins!
And only 11 days 'til I've been with my one true love for one sweet year.
And only 115 days 'til I make some pretty big promises to him in front of all of you.
Counting down. So many milestones this year. So many squares on my post-it notes to check off. So many of life's momentous events that are right here on the horizon. But you know what I love?
Life's little moments. The ones that hardly even get noticed, let alone counted down to.
Brushing your teeth next to someone you love. High fiving your nephew. The chickens still being alive after their first snowy weekend outside. Glee (the show and the feeling of). Getting out of something at work you didn't want to do anyway. Balloons stuck in trees. A clear x-ray. A full belly. An empty carton of ice cream. Random texts, just because. Country music. CatDaddy Moonshine. The Spotted Pig. Flowers, that grow, out of the ground just because they can & they do. Hammocks. Finish lines & starting points. Set up & strike. 7th Inning Stretches. Beer. Mac & Cheese. Thank you cards. Magazines (real ones, with paper & ink that smells good). Photographs. Airport bars. Couch sitting. Tailgating. The occasional sunrise for a change. Camping. Hymns. Funeral potatoes. Starting over. Driving cross country, again. Remembering something funny your mom once said or did. Wrapping a gift.
I'll be here all night, you get the idea.
These, and so many more moments like them, are what we're really made of. When we hit pause long enough to remember and savor these instead of always counting down to the Next Big Thing... that's when we're living. That's where life lives. Why don't we?
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