A good measure, pressed down and running over.
If I were to stumble over what I have not, what I am leaving, what I am waiting for, I would miss:
-All my kiddos' sticky, sweaty hands and hugs
-The simple joy of the moment, being a tourist in my own town on lunch break and enjoying an affogato
-All the daily chances to throw my head back and belly laugh
-Each bite of a meal made on purpose
-The support of my beautiful friends, and the love and wisdom in each word they say
-The satisfaction of small successes
-Hot pavement, warm air, cool breezes at sunset-- the first real days of summer.
At 25, let me live each day, receive it with hope and farewell it with gratitude, and pack it away in an arsenal of reasons to rejoice.
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