I have recently found myself trying to sort out and savor those things in life that cause happiness.
Like gooey chocolate chip cookies.
Snuggling into a soft bed with a feather pillow, well-worn sheets and a homemade quilt.
The screams and smiles that accompany bubble blowing.
Touching my husband’s soft skin.
Having a little boy curled up on my chest, no doubt listening to my heart beat while he dozes off.
I am a mess. I can’t even sort out my own emotions, much less help three wee ones sort out theirs. I don’t know the exact size of “small” in that catchy little phrase, “Don’t Sweat The Small Stuff.” If successful marriages were defined by 5 simple rules, I would be breaking at least 3 of them. When I entered adulthood, I had no idea it would involve so much decision-making. Surely institutions of higher education could have offered a course or two on this.
All of this internal melodrama meant taking a weekend to refocus, to right the wrong lines of thinking, to take something by the horns.
My camera in tow, I sought out the happy moments in the everyday stuff.
There are so many moments I missed with my camera, too…sometimes I just had to feel the moment without trying to capture anything.