My life has an extreme sense of irony, but I have come to love it. The experiences I have had continue to teach me so much about myself and the world.
Today I was having brunch with a dear friend of mine, and the most precious things happened to the two of us. Emily had an empty mug on a saucer upside down that was given to her by the restaurant to serve herself the nectar of the gods (a.k.a. coffee). When she flipped up the mug to go fill it, she discovered two sugar cookies sitting there looking up at her like two little eyes. She squealed with excitement and joy. For two little cookies. The joy and laughter that ensued was precious. There are moments in life when you wish that someone was videotaping, and that was an occurrence that I will cherish for some time.
Here is my end of the tale. We were nestled into a table outside on this windy, overcast morning, and I took my turn squealing like a child with excitement over a butterfly. I mean I was excited! I love butterflies, and I have loved them since childhood. Their gracefulness, their delicate wings, their stunning colors. Only, after a second look, it wasn't a butterfly after all. It was a dead leaf. I kid you not. I got ridiculously excited over a dead leaf floating down through the air. Yet, I was just as happy and giggly as Emily had been upon seeing her set of cookies.
I guess that's one of those funny things about life. I may not have seen two cookies on my plate, but boy I got excited over a dead leaf that I thought was a butterfly in hopes of finding something beautiful in my day. Maybe that is the lesson - if you want to see and feel beauty all around you, it doesn't matter what form it is in. It just has to mean something to you! I make the meaning in the dead leaves. I make the meaning in a dirty white care with fingerprints all over it. I make the meaning of my life. And I'm determined to make it good!