“ the most random things get her way too full of love ”
Was it happiness I'd found in my long marriage? Or capitulation? Or is that all happiness is, capitulation?
~ Maria Semple
That was happiness. Not the framed greatest hits, but the moments in between. At the time, I hadn't pegged them as being particularly happy. But now, looking back at those phantom snapshots, I'm struck by my calm, my ease, the evident comfort with my life. I'm happy in retrospect.
Maybe that’s what religion is, hurling yourself off a cliff and trusting that something bigger will take care of you and carry you to the right place.
As far as I’m concerned, the only thing sweeter than seeing a friend is that friend canceling on me.
