Since blogging has been very healing, I'm reposting an old one I dug up...someday these will get funny. I promise.
I've begun to notice the small things. Not small, as in, unimportant, but small, sometimes overlooked, perhaps tiny happenings that just come naturally after while. Things gathered in time passing and hours spent with good friends. I just realized today how comforting those small things are, and how I don't always need something big and brag-worthy to make me happy.
I know who likes veggies, and what kinds. Who doesn't, and the face they make when I mention cooking food with onions in it. The laughter that follows when I tell them that they're too picky. Their favorite color, what they eat in the morning, how they prefer to wear their hair. I know what makes them angry, what makes them cry, and have many times cried along with them. I make the same gestures sometimes, and find I've unknowingly changed myself in a way that mimics parts of them all. I guess that just happens when you're around someone so long.
I know about their pasts, and caught a glimpse it was like to grow up with their father or mother; what hardships have shaped them into the dynamic being they are today. I know fears, joys, heartaches and dirty little secrets, and they too know mine. I relish these small things, and appreciate just knowing I've been entrusted in getting to know them wholly as a person.
I don't have to do big things, to show these people off. I think it's apparent on it's own who cares for me and who I care for. I'm very greatful to even have one person like this, let alone many.
And to the future, it rests within my heart to keep learning new things, opening up, and occasionally, adding another inside joke to the collection. Cheers.
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