I leaned against the counter as my mind went elsewhere.
My heart was flush in fresh break as I ached for a friend suffering hard loss.
As I came out of that trance that washes over us in these moments, I looked up and took in what had been right in front of me the whole time.
The side of our refrigerator.
Covered in photos. Covered in little notes. Covered in art made by hands still growing.
Covered in love.
Covered in our story.
And I was reminded immediately... this is what it all comes down to.
Someday, the only thing that's going to really matter will be the memories of a million simple moments that all add up to - together. The treasures that flap against the fridge with each passing breeze of our comings and goings.
The love between us. The little bits of a day, that turn out to be the dearest. A family picture after an Easter service. A post-it with an "I love you" left on the coffee pot. A school paper pulled from a backpack. A gaze captured on camera of your little boy meeting your newest little boy. The very threads of the fabric that hold us together. That bind us to one another.
I let my eyes and my heart take in the collage that has become the side of our refrigerator.
The one that just a day earlier I had looked at from afar and thought how badly it needed to be "decluttered."
And I decided, very gratefully, to leave it... just as it is.