lately

I have been feeling the need to document the little things more.  Our lives since February have been so consumed by the Big. Week in and week out, we await phone calls and emails that will change our lives forever.  A new locale perhaps?  New friends? New job?  New adventures just waiting on...something.  With all of this waiting, I have neglected the Little.  Those infinite moments of seeming nothing that mean everything.  Clean loads of laundry, making dinner, walks on the beach, switching up my exercise regime, conversations with friends and family, folding notecards, and ironing shirts.  These small, small things that make life what they are.  Lone coconuts in the foamy surf and framing new prints.  Such simple things that bring me great joy...