For once, I did it.
I saw something that made me smile and took the time to get a camera and document it.
A silly little thing really…an espresso bubble.
A bubble of a big moment for me.
My joy was enough to document. To mark that slender second of my life with a photograph. To say, a smile is worthy of remembering. A giggle captured today is a step up out of the valley tomorrow.
So I did it. Climbed the stairs. Got the camera. Took the slightly blurry, not at all Capital A art photograph because I wanted to.
I gave myself the extra 2 minutes of grace to document wonder.
And really, that is all it was. Moments that would have been absorbed into the auto-pilot go, go, go of most mornings. Like a sponge soaking up spilled milk , without taking the time to squeeze out the goodness, the moment would just be stuck in the midst of day–perhaps souring with time. Today I squeezed out the sweetness of discovery and put it into a little glass jar with my very own name scrawled on the lid. For this moment was mine.
Thanks, Emily, for the encouragement to treasure what was already a gift.