The other day, I shared that a friend’s Mama recently passed. Although we hadn’t known each other for more than a few years, what we packed into those few years was a lifetime of friendship. You know, when you bond instantly and there’s no rhyme or reason to it. It just happens effortlessly?
I can’t seem to stop the tears when I think about the good times we had and I just realized why…Because I am grateful for the ordinary moments we shared that ended up being extraordinary. Let me repeat that…
Ordinary moments we shared, ended up being extraordinary
There’s a preciousness to ordinary life that we forget in our haste to be special. There’s a gift in being present without fanfare, the gift of just sitting around talking or sharing a meal that when we look back, it wasn’t special, it wasn’t a hoopla holiday. It was the ordinary mealtime, but because we were all together, it was special.
Am I making sense?
It’s the simple things, the ordinary meals that are like home to us. The caring, the camaraderie, the joy in just being together in the routine setting makes for a precious memory. We don’t need the hoopla all the time. Yes, hoopla holidays are special. I have no doubts about that! But the preciousness of being outweighs them in my book.
Perhaps I’m feeling melancholy today, noticing the simple pleasures that surround us in everyday life that we sometimes overlook. Being in that moment of presence is just so important. Don’t you think?