My sweet six year old is a lover and always had been. He’s the one who will kiss and hug me for no reason, tells me he loves me countless times in a day, and blows me kisses for no reason.
The other day he hugged me and kissed me, and laid his sweet cheek on my arm. He opened his angelic mouth and said, “Mom, I Love you so much…I’m going to miss you when your dead.”
I laughed and said,”Hopefully that won’t be for a very long time.”
He said, “At least not until I’m 20.”
To him, 20 is a lifetime away. To him, 20 is an eternity. To me, it’s an eye blink. After all, wasn’t I just 20? Then 25, then 30, and…well, that’s just the point.
Life is short and it gets shorter. There was a time when I didn’t appreciate my life or the small moments. There was a time when I moved too quickly past the smaller moments, racing to get to the big moments. But I don’t do that anymore.
Life is full of twists and turns and detours that can take you to some pretty dark places, even if you’re not willing to go. I don’t miss the small beautiful moments anymore. I watch for them, I wait for them, I search for them. I seek them out every chance I get. I’m thankful because I realize that those moments are few and far between, sandwiched between the everyday minutia of life. If I’m not vigilant, I know that they are easy to miss.
I’ve found that every day is an opportunity to discover something beautiful about my life, about my family, or about myself. And I appreciate the dark twisty moments even more. They’ve taught me to recognize the small things that can make me so happy if I just let them. And every day can hold something momentous.