Thursday, May 28, 2015

soaking up the little things

I remember all those days I would stand hopelessly looking into the mirror. I remember watching you get ready and wishing I could do all those things with my hair and face, just like you. I remember the way you would let me pretend with all of your jewelry, clothes and make up. I remember one day I finally had eyebrow hair to pluck, just like you ALWAYS did and just like I ALWAYS watched you do. See, those were some of the little things I remember about you. How beautiful I always thought you were, even when you were sick. How much I wanted to be just like you-even if it meant painfully plucking my eyebrows. Everyday when I pluck them now (yes, everyday, just like you), I get to remember you and all of the meaningful and meaningless conversations we had in your bathroom over your bathroom counter... while you plucked your eyebrows. How silly, right? Who would have thought that something as random as eyesore plucking would make my heart long to have you back? This only makes me think of one thing: how imperative it is that we soak up the little things in life. To take heart in the everyday tasks we often take for granted. 

Clay has taught me the same thing this summer. At the beginning of the summer, the pool liner had a leak in it. This meant that everyday Daddy would turn the hose on and fill the pool back up with water to where it's supposed to be. Somehow, everyday, Clay would find the hose when it was on. His little self would sometimes get out of the pool just to stand on the side and hold the hose. Maybe he thought he was helping the water get into the pool. Or Maybe he loved to watch the hose water splash against the salty chlorine water. Whatever it was, it fascinated him. He loved it- loved the magical feeling he got from something as small as a hose. He may not ever, actually probably won't ever remember holding that hose as it flowed water into the pool, but I will always remember the way that his fascination with it stopped me in my tracks and told my soul to pause and "soak up the little things in life" and for that, I am thankful. 

Here's to hoses and eyebrows that need plucking.... 

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