It’s a lazy Sunday morning. The boys are building houses out of Lego bricks. Mari plays the piano. I sit on the couch, reading my blog archives — the thoughts from my past self — and thinking about life and how lucky I am.
Life is a series of moments. Big, small, everything in between.
But which of them are small and which are big?
Reaching goals and making things happen is exciting. But it’s in moments like this that I find life.