Small and Unfleating

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.