Isn't It Funny How Life Goes On

Isn't it funny how life goes on?

Connor doing Connor things,
Dr appointments for the geriatrics.
Wedding plans for those adorable Tulsans.
Roger running.
Ian traveling.

You unpack after the reunion trip and start to pack up for something else.
Carpet cleaning needs planning.
Work.
Oil changed.
Dogs walked, petted.
Go to school, play.

The rhythm of days.
Lives lived out in the smaller moments.
Necessary moments.
The dinners cooked and shared with family.
Onions peeled.
No one aspires to onion peeling, but we do it often, regularly, for the fellowship and feeding of our family.
Rocking babies, gardening, fishing.

Yes, the big moments arrive, Costa Rica anyone?
But big moments are tied together with a string of day in - day out.
Destination weddings still need underwear packed.

Many conversations we have had around the kitchen table included,
"Let's have another cup of coffee and talk about it."
It doesn't have to be big and grand to be meaningful.
Many conversations led up to picking green beans, painting fences.
Grand only in sharing, experiencing, helping, loving.

One step at a time, one day at a time, one life at a time.

We flow through gentle rains, down country lanes.
We see things; small things;
colored leaves, colored glass, colored birds.
No Grand Canyon every day.

Even multiple re-runs of I Love Lucy.
Small times, laughs, mundane days

Baby steps to bright new beginnings.
Baby steps to the next day, the next love, bed, night time sleep.
Small things.
Sun rises, sun sets, a moon every night.
Nothing special.

A heart full of love for small things.
Like Jeff's flag line. One flag at a time.
Reunion. People gathering one person at a time.

Look at Amber's FB post today, the poem about What Will Matter, by Michael Josephson.

Small things,
Small things matter.