And then something happens, and just like that, none of it seems all that terrible anymore.
Recently, a number of my family and friends have experienced tragedies. The kind that make you hug your own families a little closer. And after my initial feelings of grief, and sadness, and shaking-my-head-with-the-unfairness-of-it-all, a new feeling sets in. One that makes me feel so guilty for taking my good fortune for granted.
The good news is, I really am one of those people who tends to see the beauty in the details and in the story. Even more so lately. I am getting pretty good at recognizing a moment, and thinking to myself: This is one I want to remember. Like today, when the kids were singing along to Lady Gaga's Paparazzi, except that they think the title lyric is "Bubble Paci." How hilarious to hear all three of them singing at the top of their lungs, "Bubble, Bubble Paci!" And Gavin, that kid just slays me with how perceptive he is in determining other people's emotions. He always seems to know how everyone else is feeling. Charlotte's got incredible wit for a 4-year old, and great comedic timing...I think I may have a future Tina Fey on my hands. And Nathan is all-out charisma. I just can't wait for him to open his mouth so I can hear what he says next.
The lesson here is this, and it's not a new concept: Decide to be happy. Find the beauty in the details. Love this life you're living. Hold me to it, will you?
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