Last week I had the wind knocked out of me when I learned of a childhood friend’s shocking and tragic passing. I’m stuck in the memories of his unique and hilarious personality. Catholic school crushes. Soccer sideline shenanigans. High school honors classes. His ever present and sweet parents. His lovely sister, a teammate of mine. Instant heartbreak.
When a piece of the tapestry of your life is torn it’s easy to dwell in that empty space. Life keeps moving which seems cruel and unnatural. This death was an unwelcome reminder for me to enjoy today. THIS IS THE GOOD STUFF. And no, every day isn’t a walk in the park and no, it’s not all downhill from here, but right now, in the scheme of my life, I’m seemingly on cruise control driving through the middle of Nebraska. A plateau with dips in elevation to come of that I am sure.
So, because I don’t know what else to do or say here I’m going to savor my slice of life a bit more today which looks like
Noah’s 8th baby tooth hanging on by a string and his refusal to wiggle it.
Zac wearing the same sweatshirt every Monday with complete conviction.
Narrating Peppa Pig episodes to distract my sick little girl from a strep culture and stickers to help dry her tears.
Hunting for Big Nate books in the dusty library racks.
Overhearing secrets shared between brothers laying parallel to each other in twin beds.
Bed time stories in a cozy, floral tent.
Checking out a new (to us) spot in town for smoothies.
Homemade short rib bolognaise.
Family card games.
Time spent with my VIPs.
A new day and another chance to get it right.