|this week's word: empty|
There are days that seem small in significance. Days when the most important thing I feel I've contributed to the world is wiping up the jelly that is stuck on the counter. Days when my my mind swirls if I'll ever get some of my dreams up off the ground, or whether it's just too late to even begin. Empty of promise.
Then, there are days that the whole world can be charmed with a laugh...
On a beach blanket, you can capture the fullness of your heart. And the fullness of their own. You see the man that raised you to believe you had promise, whispering his presence to your children, and right then, you're sure even if life doesn't work out just so, it has still been full.
Then it dawns on you, that you have to empty yourself of the notions you had before life began, in order to fill your life up with things your adolescent heart didn't know were possible. Like how their heads bent together makes you ache for the tender. And how the flash of their smile makes every toilet scrubbed, and lost sock eaten by the dryer worth it.
And how you are growing them, who are still building their foundations, to know that their dreams have merit, and you share your recent discovery...even if those dreams look a little different then you planned.
You will watch them take on this world, together. And in that moment of significance, you know your life has worth.