the littlest moments.July 22, 2015
I keep finding myself all wrapped up in the littlest of moments; for example, sitting on the front room floor of my house while beloved faces that were such a part of my world in Korea become an integrated part of the life I have here at home. Cuddling up with my sweet, sweet nephew and watching silly movies that I haven't seen in... a really long time. Hiding my face in my hands and avoiding eye-contact in those first initial moments being with him again as I try to cope with the fact that the best friend I hadn't seen for two years was sitting right beside me-- there are so many moments. There are so many seemingly-insignificant details that make up the very thread-work of my reality. Because you see, when you put all those moments together-- the good and the bad and the happy and the sad-- they become a part of something more; they become a part of who I am and who I am becoming. And so I guess I kind of like finding myself wrapped up in the littlest moments.
I'm just really, really, inexpressibly happy. And I am obviously okay with that. Life doesn't have to be complicated, twisted, or confusing. Sometimes, life can just make sense. Maybe not every little aspect and detail will be understood, but in the smallest moments, we can come to a bigger understanding of everything else around us.
So I'm grateful for the moments.
For all of the moments.