Clean sheets and Evian.

I'm taking a philosophy class...don't worry, I'm just as confused about that concept as you are. I'm from the middle of nowhere, California. How many deep thoughts have I REALLY had? If you guessed zero, that's still too many. I'm supposed to be evaluating the meaning of life...if we're real...what is life? What is the meaning of flerpflerpflerp...I don't care. I've tried to engage, but I just don't care. I'm a person of faith. I don't mean that in the religious sense, even though that is true too, I just mean in general. If there is something that I don't understand and someone explains it to me, I buy it. I think I have enough discernment to not be dubbed gullible, but I do trust people...probably more than I should, but whatever. I realized I don't belong in a class that can't even enjoy the most basic things in life because I absolutely live for the Little Things.

Little Things like when the house smells like cinnamon after baking.
Like the way the air smells like amber and cotton on that first day of summer.
Like when Evian water goes on sale.

Little Things like when your whole cast sings along to The Killers.
Like when the Golden Girls is on at an unexpected time.
Like when you and your best friend look at each other and have a conversation with no words.

Little Things like an ice blended chai with two add shots from Coffee Bean and Shell Beach at night.
Like when you make eye contact with an older person on the train and the smile in their eyes teaches you something about life.
Like when your niece or nephew grabs your hand and wants to pull you outside to climb on a tree or blow bubbles.

Little Things like when the Friends theme song comes on at Vons.
Like having friends visit and leave the Naked 3 palette because they know you want it.
Like when your boyfriend looks up Angela Lansbury so he's able to talk about your obsession.

Little Things like when someone remembers you love red velvet.
Like when you get to wear the first dress on a breezy Spring day.
Like when babies wear headbands.

Little Things like when your devotional is perfectly applicable to your life THAT MOMENT.
Like when your boyfriend pours your coffee before his.
Like when you found the perfect volume to hear your friends and the N'Sync playlist while you drive with the windows down on the 101 in June.

These Little Things are some of the most perfect moments of my life and they didn't require any analyzing. Are we real? Is this a dream? Is this desk actually in front of me? Eh. I don't know. Quite frankly, I'm a bit busy being happy about the fact that my life is happening to even bother questioning whether it's real or not. Just enjoy it.** Be the Light, kids. You'll slow down the aging process.


**Keep your eyes on Katie Boeck, y'all. I've been in awe of her since high school and she's only gotten better since; listen to her and love her.