In Praise Of The Little Things

On Friday afternoon last week, after listening to one devastating news report after another on the Connecticut school tragedy, I really needed to feel a sense of normalcy.  An affirmation of life, and love.

When I feel this way I know what I have to do.  I grab my mom, and we head out to find a cozy, pleasant spot in Starbucks so we can enjoy some hot deliciousness, watching the world go by.  This is my favorite thing to do.  Sitting back with a special someone I love more than life itself.

Witnessing lives well lived.

On Friday we went out and did just that.

We saw a group of elderly friends laughing boisterously, enjoying their afternoon.  We saw a young mother with her impeccably dressed children, out for a day of Christmas shopping.  And young couples holding hands.  All of us surrounded by the sights, smells and sounds of the season.

All of it evidence of a certain joy.  A joy that we all deserve to know.  A joy that speaks to what life is all about.  A bright light in a tragic world.

I am worn down by the constant weight of illness, the uncertainties and struggles of those I love, and tragedies so profound they command the attention of the world.  But the company of my mom and all the happiness on display were a precious respite from all of that.

For that I am so grateful.

Anyway, on a different note, here’s my Christmas tree.  I reached the conclusion that I’m downright crappy at taking photos, so this isn’t the greatest depiction of it.   Becoming a better photo taker is on my list of goals for 2013.  Hopefully by this same time next year I’ll have some awesome photo taking skills and my tree will look at pretty here as it actually does in my house.

Christmas tree

I can’t believe Christmas will be here in less than a week.  I don’t know where the time is going.

Have a great day everyone.

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