There are certain moments in life that define you. Not necessarily in a big way; I’m not talking about grand gestures and life-changing events. I’m talking about the little things. The things that you observe and experience, the things that unexpectedly make your heart swell with happiness, that make an adventure truly special. The things that make a house feel like a home.
Those little things, those small moments are what keep us alive when the big things get us down.
For me, it’s the scent of spices in the air when you get off the airplane in a foreign country. It’s unfamiliar faces and white smiles and exotic foods that you can’t quite decide if you love or hate. It’s the tickle of stubble against my face when I kiss my husband, and the soft and warm cat at the foot of the bed when I wake up in the morning.
It’s when my little brother says something funny and makes my chest swell with pride and love and makes me want to ruffle his immaculate hair that he spent ages getting just right. It’s when my sister calls just to say hi, and the laughter fills me up until I can’t contain it anymore and spills out over the phone line.
It’s the rain on my skin and the way it makes the sea surface bounce and bubble like a witch’s cauldron. It’s the blue hour right after the sun has set when every photograph I take is magic. It’s the moment of pure joy and deep sorrow when I get to the last page of the best book I’ve ever read. Again.
It’s the smooth ivory under my fingers when I reminisce with the piano I first learned to play on. It’s the comfortable warmth of friendship as I sit down with someone and it feels like yesterday. It’s the lavender blue fluttering in my chest as I time and time again realize exactly how cherished I am.
Yes, it’s the little things that keep us going.
But they’re really big little things.
This post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is Little things. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *