“I love that moment. When you’re on a long car ride, or listening to music, or reading. And you completely zone out. You forget your troubles, and everyone around you. You’re focused on that one thing, and that one thing only. You’re content, and everything seems peaceful.”- Unknown
I savor these moments.
After Michael was killed I had to remind myself when they were happening, but ironically knew right away when they were taking place. Almost as if my mind couldn’t believe that peace and a quiet smile was possible.
I savor these moments even more, even though they come around more often.
They’re no longer a shock to my system.
They are a gift I excitedly tear open to savor for whatever period of time that is.
Life is finite.
These moments are too.
But it doesn’t matter…
These moments are happening and it’s all I could ask for.
Waking up to my dog curling his tail and stretching. Watching the biography channel over a glass of wine. Listening to Coldplay echo in the background. Feeling the breeze as I take out the trash. Smiling with a dear friend. Laughing at the random moments of beauty and awkwardness that plague any widow.
That’s life…my life.
A quilt of moments…good..bad…unexpected…expected…
My own little odd paradise.