There was a little girl in church, about 5, and her parents obviously let her get dressed herself that day because she came waddling in with the puffiest coat on in the summer in North Carolina. She comes and sits in the pew in front of us. 15 minutes into mass she turns around and hands my husand an orange. Her parents are mortified.
“Savannah not again!” They scold! (Again kills me)
They appologize and she turns back around. A few moments later she goes to hand me an orange but her parents grab it from her before she can.
Savannah is determined. She reaches her tiny fists into her puffy coat and pulls out two more ornages. She begins to distribute them. Her parents are now beat red and in shock. There is no stopping small Savannah now.
This small child proceeds to laugh a laugh I can only call maniacal (in a Catholic church) unzip the inner line of her coat and releases what had to have been 20-30 of those little kid oranges into the pews.
WE EAT Savannah yells cackeling
The priest can no longer contain his glee
The entire church is dying with laughter
She felt like Jesus on the moutian with the baskets of fish that day I’m sure.
and if I’d listened to that voice in my head I would have missed falling in love, holding hands on the beach, falling asleep next to someone who made me feel completely safe, countless nights with friends with the music blaring so loud I’m sure I have some permanent hearing damage, a few stunning sunrises, a million pink sunsets that you can’t help but take an instagram story of even though you know everyone else already has or will, drinking wine and playing games with my mom and my sister laughing at jokes only we would think are funny, hundreds of random texts from my dad as he’s going to bed telling me how much he loves me, sooooo many songs that have changed my life and made me feel less lonely
i would have missed so many things.. and for what?
don’t forget about all the things that will happen just because of what’s happening right now
