Day 8: A moment

A lot can happen in a moment.  There are happy moments, sad moments, scary moments and exciting moments.  I really don't enjoy how vague this post is, because I've have had so many moments in my 19 years, 9 months and 14 days, or 7, 230 days since I've been born.  {Yes, I totes had to look that up. I'm not that math-y.}

One moment that I absolutely loved was one day over the summer after we graduated, Mags, David and I had gone to see a movie. {Sorry that I'm talking about David again. I can't help it.} I believe it was Jim Carrey's Mr. Popper's Penguins.  We had went to the movie and I sat in the middle.  At one moment, when reaching for whatever snack we were sharing at the time, David's and I's hand touched and he squeezed mine for a while.  This was about when he and I were starting to figure out our feelings for each other.  Let me tell you, that small act just made my heart soar, and I hardly paid attention to the rest of the movie.

After the movie, we drove back to David's house to drop him off.  We sat in front of his house for like 1 1/2 hours just sitting there laughing and talking about nonsense and the friendship that we were so proud to have within each other.  We talked about our dreams, our fears, and our favorites.  Just overall, a good time while sitting in that car. His parents kept peeking out of the window and staring at us, and David stated that they probably think that we were making out in the car.  And we just sat there and laughed over that statement, but in that moment, he laid his hand on my arm and gave me his huge grin that I love so very much.

It was time for Mags and I to leave.  While David sauntered off into his house, looking back, not wanting to leave, and started to wave at us and did a small dance for us.  Laughing, we drove away back to Mag's house to work on a project together. About 5 minutes when we got to Mag's home, I received a text from David telling me that his parents had thought that we were sitting in her car making out.  He explained to his parents that there were 3 of us in that car, and they replied "so?" There was another giant laughing session between Mags & I.  We continued texting the whole night long, and I knew in that moment that David and I were meant to be very close friends, if not {hopefully} more.

This is what I love about moments.  Moments don't have to be this huge celebration or event.  It's the little things.  The little things that mean the most to you, whether good or bad.  It's these moments that make up our lives, and I wouldn't trade them for anything.