I am grateful for the sweet moments of ordinary life.
There are some moments that freeze themselves in my memory. What stands out is when they're the ordinary, often overlooked, just lived-out seconds. I "see" Jylle in profile putting her hair in a ponytail in front of the bathroom mirror. Kev is in the living room staring unblinkingly at the chopper he's operating by radio control. Ryan is playing his guitar on the basement couch, lips slightly parted, his eyes on the dancing pick. Dad sits at the dining room table, his head bowed in prayer, giving silent thanks over a bowl of cereal. My Ya-Yas eat and laugh around a beautifully set table, plates full of color and taste that is only surpassed in satisfaction by our soul-deep conversation. Moments suspended like tableaus, memories of the people I love and who love me back--they are a collage of the meaning of my life.
Someone once said, "Be grateful for the small things in life. One day you'll realize they were the big things." I realize...
And I am deeply grateful, Lord.
