Sometimes I forget that it’s the
simple things that tend to mean the most.
Things like rediscovering a good song,
spending time with a good friend, or channeling my inner creative side all
over canvas (a new and current obsession of mine). It’s the fact that life is
made up of all the little moments like those. The things that break routine
just enough to make us stop and realize how beautiful everything is. Its like the big moments are just to fill up
space and give the little ones a boost
so to speak.
My overall favorite moments may be
spurred from a bigger event, but the moments themselves are small.
Moments like:
Coming down the escalator at an
airport to be greeted by smiling faces of my family
Having my puppy fall asleep in my lap
Peddle boating with my brother
Riding go carts with my cousins when I
was little
Falling asleep in a hammock
Driving down the road with windows down and good song on
Going to breakfast with my Grandma
Eating cheesecake
These
moments are the ones I hold in high thought,
they are
the ones that hold deep meaning and value
in reality
they are small, but the my so much.
