I Live for Little Moments Like That...

And so the twist and turns of adolescents is wreaking havoc on my home. I find myself shocked, frustrated and plain out disgusted. Everything gets a tint of grey over it when the issues peak. It’s easier for me to forget the good stuff.

I signed onto my email today in the thick of my repugnance, searching for something to help me not think about the continuous cycle that I must endure for a few more years. My email held a note from my daughter-in-law who was advising she started a blog…and she honored me with it.

Now… that little moment took me out of a funk and was just what I needed to remind me of what I’ve been meaning to post for about a week…. I meant to post about:

Listening to the song, I Live for Little Moments Like That by Brad Paisley and how it made me think of the little things recently that I have seen and experienced…that brighten me and take me to a level of contentment…like…

Walking along the trail at Pine Mountain, listening to the songbirds, feeling the breeze on my neck and Papa reaching over and taking my hand.

Stopping by Craig and Becky’s for a short second while on duty. With Becky bringing Emme B out to the cruiser to say hello to her Mimi. I take a Jr. Police badge sticker and place it on her shirt…and we talk about Mimi’s badge and Emme’s badge and she shines…then days later when she comes to visit Mimi she finds a business card of mine. It has a badge logo on it. She takes the business card, places it on her shirt and tries to make it stick. I still tear up reminiscing that moment.

Watching the squirrel on my “squirrel proof” bird feeder trying to steal sunflower seed and slipping and FALLING seven foot to the ground…landing on his feet, picking up a seed off the ground and acting like nothing happened.

Waking up to find a note on my dresser from Ariel…knowing she looked in on me as I slept and took the time to write a note…I felt like I had an angel looking over me.

Seeing my mom, as the smooth talking Oncologist tells her hard to swallow information in such a way that she smiles and giggles like a school girl. Gosh, it was so hard to fight back the ocean of tears dammed behind my eyes.

A co-worker’s devilish grin as she really wanted to put that stray cat in her buddy’s cruiser…

The little guy less than two years old, in the back seat of a car at a Speedway…with a seat belt on and no booster…I pull the babysitter aside and advise she’s not leaving until the child is in a booster seat…and by the way, Ms do you know what it would do to the little guy if you had a collision and he was just in the seat belt made for bigger folks? I look back in at the little guy as we wait for a friend to bring a booster seat… finishing off his candy bar, Curly black locks of hair, big brown eyes, smiling a serious chocolate smile as he looks up at me…innocently.

Yeah, I live for little moments like that.