Sunday, March 24, 2013

What Makes You Happy?

March 24, 2013

Today is the anniversary of the passing of someone I went to high school with. I was not blessed to have been friends with her, but I did know who she was and am friends with some of her friends. I have been watching in their FB feeds as they remember her, smile about her, cry about her, share memories and photos and my heart aches for them while they talk about their angel. I feel what they feel every day. Its a pain that no one should have to go through but so many people do. Its a pain that seems so unfair and just not right...

We all have things in our lives that makes us happy, that keeps us going, makes us "tick" so to speak. I am lucky enough to have a good job that I love and the sport of CrossFit, that I have used to make me a healthy and confident person.... but those things, they are not the most important things in my life...

My husband, my parents, my brothers, my extended family, my best friends, my friends, my co-workers... the PEOPLE in my life are the "things" that I am lucky to have, that make me the happiest person I could imagine being. The moments, whether they are seconds, minutes, hours, or days that I get to be with them or talk to them, those are the times in my life that I am thankful for, that I will and do cherish.

I never would have imagined that the tiniest memories with my brother would turn into things that put a smile on my face... I am talking tiny... the way he looked at me when he and I both knew something was funny but couldnt laugh, how about the day we thought it would be funny to shoot bebes at the squirrel we were in charge of "keeping out of the bird feeder," the hours we would spend sorting baseball cards or legos, even just remembering his face when I walked out of my room and he was sitting at the computer in his boxers where I found him almost every single day when we got older, he'd have his thumb under his chin and his finger over his nose (the thing he always did when he was thinking or reading) and when I walked out he would turn his head and raise his eyebrows.... I still see it... I miss those things every day...

The small things... the things I never thought I would have to remember... but I do... I remember them like they were yesterday. 

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