Life is so sweet, so precious.
I've been thinking a lot about life lately. Kind of a broad subject, I know. There's a lot to think about, especially for someone like me who over-thinks everything. And this, then causes life to quickly become more complicated than it ever needed to be.
Three weeks ago, a dear friend of mine, like a sister really, had her second child. I got to hold this precious little babe for a very long time, and feed her a bottle, all at only the ripe age of one week old.
Tomorrow, I am going to a funeral. A service to celebrate the life of a man, a dear heart to my mom's life, that passed Friday at the ripe age of 48. I didn't know him as well as I now wish I had. But he effected my life just the same, just as anyone does, when they pass through it. A tiny light in this huge constellation called life.
I went to see Peyton again today, two weeks older and bright eyed. Full of life. As I cradled her little body in my arm, and she held onto my finger with her entire hand, I felt so blessed. My life sits somewhere in the middle of one week, and 48 years, and it has been so full. Full of heartache, love, laughter, stress, turmoil, hugs, good food, traveling (although not enough!), learning, fear, bravery, pain, and a lot of truly beautiful, beautiful moments. And I think I think too much about it. About the past, the future, my heartache, my mistakes, my choices. When really as huge as life feels, it's quite small. Quite simple.
So thank you, Peyton and Lance, for helping me to open my eyes the last few days, a little wider.
Thank you for helping me remember to keep my life simple. To surround my days with things that bring me joy. And to not over-think it. Because just as quickly and beautifully as we are brought into it, we travel out.
