Love lives in the small things.

The Freedom Trail. What an awesome way to explore Boston. To sneak through parks, back alleys, and places I could call home.

It was a cold day here. The smack of the air reminded me I am alive. I haven't felt it much lately.  My heart buried itself for the winter. There are times when I felt alive most.  Defending my dissertation. Exploring Hawaii. My doctorate speech. Proposing and being proposed to. In those moments I felt something I could never explain.  Pure bliss.  As if this life was as sweet as it could ever get. As if I lived for those very moments.

I imagine there are only a few more of these feelings in my future. A wife. A wedding. A baby. Watching my wife give birth. Watching her graduate again. Watching my children grow.  Getting a tenure track. Grandchildren.

I know how big my heart felt on those big moments.

And I also know how big my heart felt during small moments.

Waking up before her and watching her sleep.

A movie in our regular seats with a blanket.

An unexpected pull you closer.

A walk by the lake.

A good morning text.

An unexpected compliment.

A rainy Tuesday.

The waiting period of seeing her.

Our shows.

Our traditions.

The French press.

Comfy boots.

A pizza.

Our own little tubs of ice cream.

A mid day hike.

The dog across our bellies.

All to often we wait for the alive moments. The Big Bang. The fireworks. The perfect days.

I love those, but I'll live in the small moments forever. I find true happy there. It's where I feel most loved. Most wanted. Most real. I find it laying in the tent watching the dog run back and forth to the river. Reading a book together. I find it in that space where the excitement lays of seeing each other again. That longing between kisses. In letters and cards. The warmth tucked into the love sac. The dates of pho. And watching kids play. To me. It will always be those small things that make me feel most alive.

Don't forget them just because they don't have some noteworthy anniversary. For they are the fire of the love you carry.

Hold on tight. They will bring you the happy.

If there is anything you take from this blog, let it be that.

Love lives in the small things.