It’s in the little things.
The quiet things.
The things you don’t always think to write down.
Like playing chase around the house,
laughing so hard your sides ache.
Reading the same children’s book 15 times in a row
because that’s what love does.
Living in our jammies on cold days
with no real plans but each other.
These are the pieces I’ll miss one day.
The ordinary ones that don’t look like much —
until they’re gone.
So tonight, I’m not chasing more.
I’m just noticing what’s already here.
And giving thanks
for the beautiful, holy smallness of it all.
Proverbs 15:16 (ESV)