we talk about these a lot, the littles, the little big moments that give, something.
because sometimes (most of the time) the big things don’t make sense. but the little glimpses allow us to keep breathing.
like the way for that moment the light hit just right and causes you to stop and watch.
or the way her hair flutters in the stroller, as her blue green eyes search the sky to understand the colors.
or the crackling of a morning fire on the patio.
they’re little things that, much more on hard days, mean someone knows how much we need to see Him.