It’s 7:44 and I am sitting in traffic. I know I am just barely going to make it to work before 8am. The roads are always so unpredictable one day to the next. However, all I can think about is the clock turning to 7:45.
7:45 is becoming a time I cherish. It’s when Steve calls from San Francisco. He sets an alarm for 5:45am to wake up and wish me a good day.
7:45, I hear my sing-songy ringtone over the speakers in my car and see “Stephen” come across my dashboard.
“Hola!” I exclaim.
On the other end I hear his groggy, half-asleep voice saying hello and asking about my morning. In this moment I am happy.
It’s the little things that make life wonderful.