Maybe life is really just a series of events.
It seemed odd to me that last week my family was celebrating the marriage of two wonderful people, and this week, I was attending a Memorial service.
Can our lives be broken down by specific events? Can they be outlined in neat little points by birthdays, weddings, funerals, and the like?
Maybe.
Life is the graduations, the births, the birthdays, the weddings, and unfortunately, the funerals. But, I also believe it is the small moments. The ones that cannot be plotted on an outline. It is the late night conversations with friends, the random lunch, the three day vacation, the song playing at church that breaks your heart, the laughter that makes you cry, the tiny fears you face, the strengths you discover, the love you give.
It is the events, large and seemingly insignificant, that make us who we are...that make up our lives.
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