Warmth

Last week was made up of a thousand small but sacred moments.

Looking at twinkling lights on the ground out of the window of a plane and wondering about the lives down below. Feeling the warmth of the sun on my face and not having to wear a jacket. Arranging flowers with my mom. Cuddling with my kitten. Watching my dad play tennis. Seeing my brother on stage and realizing how much I have to be proud of in him.

I cried when I left Georgia and, for the millionth time in the past year, wished I didn't live eight hundred miles away from my family. But it's a blessing to have such a lovely family to miss.