A rare thing happened this weekend: my family was all in the same place. With my parents in California, my brother in New York and me, bopping from Kentucky to Sweden, we aren't together often. I guess you could say we're a close bunch for not being close at all. When we have these opportunities to see each other, I am thrilled. And we celebrate with great meals and countless toasts and big hugs, but without a doubt, I most enjoy the small moments.
An evening trip to the lake.
A post-brunch nap.
A winding conversation.
A favorite movie and a crowded couch.
These are the moments I love - the small, the mundane, the familiar.
I will so miss these moments and the people who make them so special when I move next week, but I know I'll be making new memories and savoring so many new experiences.