“Watch the sunrise at least once a year, put a lot of marshmallows in your hot chocolate, lie on your back and look at the stars, never buy a coffee table you can’t put your feet on, never pass up a chance to jump on a trampoline, don’t overlook life’s small joys while searching for the big ones.”
What small pleasures gave you moments of intense joy in 2015?
What more could you cultivate in 2016?
Most of my small pleasures come from the company of my child. It makes sense — when you’re sitting down at the level of a two year old (or an almost two-year-old for most of the year) you see things the way that she does. That crayon? Best crayon ever. Spinning a top is worthy of straight-up cackling laughter. Peace comes in the form of snuggles on the couch. Safety and sanctity is within arm’s reach when you’re knee-high and surrounded by people who love you.
When I try to reach for moments of joy in 2015 that’s what I come back to — I think of quiet, dim nights, rocking in a chair with a growing girl nestled into my arms. I think of pushing her higher, higher, higher on the swing, helping her down the slide for the 35th time in a row, paddling in a pool, snuggling together on the couch, her arm resting on mine. I think of driving slowly through the Winnipeg fairgrounds, looking at lights while she squealed in my ear.
My daughter may be a small person but she is a huge presence in my life. Small moments with her have added up to a big year, and the time I’ve had with her is the best part of a year that has, in many ways, broken me down without building me back up. She is the cushion to those falls, the lining in my clouds, one of the lights that keeps me navigating through storms.
In 2016, I plan to find both peace and joy with my family. In moments big, and moments small. They are my constants.