What was on the wall that day.
A friend told me not to hunch, in the kindest way. It makes me smile when I catch myself before I do.
Grateful to have come across a post about a husband and wife who still show up for each other after 62 years together. It reminded me that empathy, commitment, and caring can carry people through a lifetime, and that love is often found in the small ways we continue to choose each other.
My partner picked me up at the airport with a sign with my name on it.
Pulling a hot loaf out of the oven.
A man at the gas station paid for the rest of my tank when my card declined.
The lake at dawn, my dad's hand on the back of my neck, his voice low: stand still, watch.
Grateful for the friend who asks how I am and then waits long enough that I actually answer.
Crows arguing in the oak. They sound like they're having a great time.
My friend bought me my favorite gum from a country she visited.
My mother kissed each of her grandchildren goodnight before she went to bed. She lived with us. They are grown.
The corner store where we bought penny candy. The owner kept count in his head. We never cheated him. He never doubted us.
Sandhill cranes overhead at dusk. The sound is older than language.
My grandson called to tell me about a turtle. He's four. He wanted me to know.
My niece said love you, Aunt Aunt. She is two. Her name for me is sticking.