The Little Things

I've been wondering what to write about this week because I feel that all my posts are about something deep and uplifting. I find a flow when I need to be reminded that things will be okay.

However, this week, everything has been really good. I’m working on new projects, stepping outside of my comfort zone to grow myself and others around me. So, this week's post will be a little different - a poem!

The Little Things

The little things. The things we see and the things we don’t, forgetting that in this flow of motion that we slip through, everything around us sings a harmonious tune.

It only takes a second to see.

I've learned to appreciate the things that surround me:

The spots and dots on my mom's face, described as nothing else other than true beauty.

The way my heartbeat quickens, and my eyes widen when I speak about my passions.

To be a big sister, to fight and argue, but to love, laugh, and communicate a million words through the tight grasp of a hug.

My eardrums beating along with the music that flows through my AirPods, insisting I dance regardless of where I am.

How in the womb, it was considered to give me some of my mom's looks, but in the end, it was decided to make me a carbon copy of my father - from the sway in my walk to the volume of my laugh.

My grin, my smile is often shown, but it amazes me how much it has grown. Noticing the details we choose to ignore, like the suns face before being tucked in by the shore.

Painting a sunset with the sky as its canvas, using it's paintbrush around the earth's axis

Looking, seeing, and understanding how everything works together is a beautiful feeling.