there are times when the pup crawls into my lap and i have to stop doing whatever it is that i am doing and i just look at him and pet him.
after a few seconds of this, it usually hits me: there is nothing else i'd rather be doing than just being with him in that moment.
it hits me how precious of a moment it is.
precious for a number of reasons, but it feels most precious because it is a moment, a happy moment, and those come and go.
those happy moments come and go.
those moments when you actually feel good come and go.
moments when you actually feel content. when you actually feel love. when you actually feel warmth. when you actually feel grounded. when you actually feel like yourself.
those moments are so precious.
i want to hold them close and breathe them in.
i've started to try to do that when i notice the precious moment.
when i can, i close my eyes...or open them even more...and see, taste, feel, hear, smell the moment. i want it to become a part of me.
i want to carry it, them, these precious moments in my bones.