A Million Tiny Moments

Life happens in a million tiny moments. And for some reason, the seemingly unremarkable moments are my favorite. Moments that don’t really signify anything, but somehow spark something in my soul. Moments that I stop and think how lucky I am with the life I have in that very second. Moments like the one pictured here, when I look up and almost catch my breath at what I see: A kind and loving man, sitting contently with a cold beer in his hand, watching the world go by. In moments like that, I think to myself, ‘Wow. That man is amazing. And for some reason the universe saw it fit to make him mine.’ I’m struck with a humble and grateful feeling that rivals all other feelings for first place in my heart. It’s in those moments that I feel most alive. Most in love, both with him and myself. And most inspired to be the best wife I can be to a man who I am so overwhelmingly thankful to have as my own. I’m not perfect, he’s not perfect, but man, we’ve built something so perfect together. And when I see him relaxed and taking life in, I beam with pride for the role I hope I play in helping him feel peaceful. Because all I ever want for him in this life is to be happy. It’s really that simple. And I swoon a little, too, because somehow he just keeps getting more handsome as the years pass. I’ve known him for half his life. As of this year, the birthdays he celebrated before me are fewer than the ones we’ve celebrated together. I met him just before his 19th birthday. He was lanky and shorter and still kind of a boy. A teenager, for sure. I’ve gotten to watch him grow up, first as his girlfriend, then as his fiancée and finally his wife. We’ve seen each other through a lot of seasons. Seasons of hope and of loss, achievement and disappointment. We’ve shared six homes in five states and loved children and pets alike as we built our own American dream (as trite as it sounds). Handsome Pants has supported my goals and my dreams with the same steadfast determination that I’ve supported his, and yet, I somehow always come out feeling like the luckier one. The more loved one. That’s special and I’ll never take it for granted. So on days like today, when I celebrate the life of man who is such a blessing to so many, I can’t help but think about these tiny, little moments of contentment that become the cornerstones of our story despite their insignificance. For the pinnacle of a life well-lived is the ability to just ‘be’ and nothing brings me more joy than to see this man rest easy. I wrote this piece for my guy last year, on his 38th birthday, but I'll be damned if it's not still relevant. So happy 39th birthday to my husband, my confidant and my very best friend. You love me better than I ever could have imagined, and I sure love you right back. ❤️