Last night, the lightning and thunder began around my bedtime (ten-ish...yeah). I jumped off my knees and ran to the window, watching the world light up seconds at a time, quite unable to look away. Then I made myself lie in bed, on my back, listening to the sky collide until I fell asleep.
Probably the prettiest things in my life are the ones I least expect to take on that role.
I began to notice this when I started living outside the home. Like when I reallized my hair was fine the way it was, or when I suddenly missed those awful-looking sandwiches my mother made with refried beans inside, or even when I discovered I liked seeing people wear interesting pantyhose with granny shoes.
Now that I'm back, I've continued to find unexpected beauties/ moments that make me fall in love with life all over again. On the window in our kitchen, there's a smashed bug behind the blinds where my mother pounded it into the glass and quickly walked away. Behind me, there's a puke greeen shoulder-padded blazer in the closet, next to a mountain of hair ribbons, smelly crayons, gift bags and old pictures. And this morning, I watched a new ninth grader walk away towards another first day of school, laughing in the morning light --wearing my shirt.
I don't think life will ever be what I thought it would. I'm surprised to find myself uncontrollably charmed with what it is so far. Maybe I'm discovering myself (some more), or maybe I've been hanging around eye-opening people of late, or possibly just learning to see things as they really are. Whatever it is, I'm pretty happy to keep it that way.
"Happiness leaves no bad after-taste." -- Talmage
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