It’s in the little moments that you can really see a person. The small, almost casual things they do for you, not thinking about their weight. The profusion of tiny, incalculable ways they make life bearable, enjoyable, worthwhile.
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The way my husband ruffles my hair as he passes me in the living room; the way he captures a comment made in passing and turns it into a fabulous surprise; the way he smoothes my face with his freshly shaven cheeks before he leaves for work.
The exquisite little tree my mom set on the guest room dresser over Christmas; the patient advice she gives about work situations; the way she listens to – and helps interpret – my dreams.
The chocolates I make with my father; the emails with staccato notes about the weather and his patient load; his phone calls in the middle of the work day when I’m sick.
The handwritten notes my brother sent me from basic training; the photos he emails of his cat; his steady hands on the wheel as he drives me to the airport.
When it comes to what matters, these are just a handful of millions.
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“In the fleeting time we have on this earth, what matters is not wealth, or status, or power, or fame – but rather, how well we have loved, and what small part we have played in bettering the lives of others.” – Barack Obama