I'm so good at capturing sad moments, moments of pain. Those seem so thick, heavy, laden with meaning. I'm so much less adept at marking the happy times, maybe because they seem airy, insubstantial. They're like soap bubbles, shimmering, rainbow-beautiful -- until a sharp word pierces them and they evaporate as if they never were.
We laughed together, danced the mom dance, ate homemade pizza with red wine for me. Richness of life. A text to him reminding him, and reminding me, that I love him and miss him when he's gone.
For this fleeting moment, the world is charged -- fire fall, Spirit-filled, shining, glorified.
I want to live like that.