I saw a certain man at the store.
he looked young, probably in his early twenties. he was wearing a plaid shirt, and stood examining the flowers they had for sale. he looked a little bit lost, as if he wasn't sure what to get. I smiled to myself, hoping that the person he was buying flowers for would love them even if they weren't perfect.
I proceeded to check-out, and then to the parking lot. I saw him walking to his car, flowers in hand.
I was a little bit proud of him.
I talked to some of my closest girlfriends for two hours straight.
we shared advice, shared stories, shared food, and shared laughter.
the other day:
My little siblings were watching a movie upstairs.
It was quiet for a little while. They were obviously distracted.
A bubbling giggle, loud and completely honest, floated down the stairs.
(my littlest brother.)