We usually think of life in terms of the big moments: graduations, weddings, new babies. Once you get to a certain age, though, you’re past all the really big moments. That’s when I think you start to develop more of an appreciation for little moments of happiness that strike you as you go about your life.
Today, for instance, I had just put in my contact lenses. Here’s what I thought I knew: they were my last pair, I had already worn them longer than I should, they were becoming the broken-glass-studded circles of fire in my eyes, and I still hadn’t gotten around to calling the eye doctor for an appointment to get some more. As my eyes were developing that edge of irritation I’d been experiencing for the past week, some impulse drove me to look in the drawer where I keep the contacts, just in case. Hallelujah! I had one more pair! (And an extra single, thanks to a packaging error that had put two lenses in a single pod, earlier in the year.) Now I have two weeks of comfort in which to get a doctor’s appointment and receive new lenses.
I would also like to take a moment to recognize the glory and wonder that is Dayquil. I bought some yesterday and experienced an entire evening without the sore throat that had plagued me since Saturday. Flip side: I was up past midnight thanks to whatever ingredient they put in it to counter the Nyquil effect. Also, I coughed all night because I didn’t take any nighttime remedies on top of the overactive Dayquil. To my husband: if you’re reading this, sorry about coughing in your face.
Just because I’m beyond the major life events doesn’t mean I can’t latch on and enjoy those of my friends. Some close friends of mine welcomed a baby boy yesterday – their first child. I’m very excited about stopping by to see him after work tonight (although I’ll save the holding until I’m certifiably germ-free). Another friend is having a baby in a few more weeks, and yet another friend adopted a baby not long ago, so my social circle is buzzing with babies. That doesn’t count the older children from the last few crops of kiddos, including my niece who will be four next month. I only have cats, so that puts me in the position of surrogate aunt for everyone. I can play with the kids, babysit if you like, then return home and sit on the veranda in cocktail attire, sipping cognac. Or maybe just watch inappropriate cable TV during prime time. One of those.
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