This was such a simple Monday, nothing too crazy. Unless you consider goulash crazy. Which I mean, the name makes no sense to me, so that's probable. But, back to the point: when Erick and I were living in South Carolina it was amazing all the things that I could think of that I missed about my families. And all of them were the tiniest of things. The seemingly insignificant things. The simple things.
When your hundreds of miles away you would give a lot to experience those things again. And now that we're back I don't want to take those things for granted. Life settles in. Stuff goes back to "normal". We get into old habits.
It's Mondays like this that remind me. I need to make the small things a priority. Because you never know when the opportunity might be gone. And it's in those moments that you would trade all the seemingly huge things for one more minute doing something simple with your family. Like eating goulash.