Small Moments

I don’t value small moments enough. I keep thinking about my first feelings of loss over the things I won’t get to do or see if I get embroiled in another cancer battle. What I truly think I will regret the most is the lost small moments:

When I get a call from a friend just to see how I’m doing;

When my husband crooks his arm just so, inviting me to snuggle with him on the couch while we watch Sports Center or World Poker tour and I go to sleep on his shoulder;

Breakfast at a local coffee shop with friends when the conversation ranges from current events to childhood memories to strange life experiences;

Seeing the swallows come back to check out the little house on our deck they have inhabited for the past several years;

Hummingbirds checking out the feeders and scolding me when they aren’t fresh;

Daffodils, crocuses, tulips, hellebores – optimistic flowers thinking we can’t possibly have another hard freeze – squandering their beauty on the hope of an early spring;

Ok here’s the choice: a snap-line journey over the Amazon canopy or a small moment. I find myself inclined to choose the small moment.