Today I was hit hard with just how real life is.
I don't even know that I can explain what I mean by "real" ... it's just that today, I held a beautiful baby girl, bid goodbye to a friend, watched a father wave to a child, shivered at the touch of the cold wet grass on my bare feet, set up a meeting with a potential graduate school faculty mentor, and hugged my sister as we thought about what life would be like if I left home. I also cried when Luke Skywalker fought Darth Vader and laughed at a funny Spanish song, and these things were real, too. I got angry when I heard how unfairly expensive some necessary medications are; I wept watching Big Bird sing and cry at Jim Henson's memorial service; I laughed at a funny clip of Adam Young hollering Star Wars quotes at one of his Owl City concerts.
All of that is real.
Everything in life matters. Some of it seems so trivial - crying over a ten-minute segment of two paid actors pretending to be a father and son fighting each other? In the full scope of things, that is trivial. But it also isn't trivial at all. I cry at that part of the movie because I am rejoicing that people still believe that good will triumph over evil, and I am longing to find the people out in the world that have strong Luke Skywalker hearts. I laugh at the funny Spanish song because I remember the first time I heard it - dancing the silly motions in Spanish class with my professor and my friends.
And some of it is undeniably important - when I cradled the soft, heavy body of that sleeping baby girl this afternoon, I was holding a promise, a life, a beautiful child that God specially created and formed with His own hands. And I didn't only see the promise of her life; I looked ahead to the lives of my own children one day, and wished for the day when I will be holding them in my arms.
Every moment is just so important.
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