It’s the little moments that count
Joy in my life consists of little moments that I experience and the feeling I get from them. These moments can be fleeting – a look, a glance, a quick exchange – or they can be short visits with loved ones and family, or long spells of time spent living with others. These are the moments that make me smile and feel blessed, even when I’m all alone.
The last few days, I’ve done way too much and my body told me so last night, but I’ve loved every minute of it, because of moments like these:
- Walking up to my daughter’s family and seeing my grandson, Cayden, recognize me when he isn’t expecting me. He calls out, “Mama, there’s Damma!” and he looks back at me and runs up to me with arms outstretched, unsolicited.
- How my grandson, Evan, lays his head on my shoulder when I’m holding him.
- How my granddaughter, Elise, gets excited playing silly games with me.
- Hearing my cat purr as she lays across my arm and I distractedly pet her instead of my usual pushing her off because her kneading claws are so sharp.
- The quick look that Cayden gives me when people start singing him Happy Birthday that shows his recognition and excitement about what’s going on, as if to say, Damma, these people are singing for me!
- Spending time with my daughter, Cindy, and helping with the kids while she pursues her new found passion of baking.
- Hanging with my daughter, Stacy, and enjoying the Chihuahuas. (If it wasn’t for her, I’d not even have Lily.)
- Watching a little family grow and witnessing a father’s love for his sons and daughter.