Sparks

There is no feeling more magical than the moment something is right. The spark between seeing a problem and finding a solution. The infinitesimal moment between meeting someone and knowing they will change your entire life. That second of recognition within yourself when you’re doing the thing you’re meant to be doing. Falling in love hit me upside the head, when it happened. As I always say to my husband, “You can’t know what a bad relationship looks like until you’re in a good one.” Even seven years later, I’m struck by how that spark that united us continues to flare. When I met him, I suddenly understood why people write so much about falling in love. I used to endlessly Google, “how long does the honeymoon period last” just because I wanted to be sure. I wanted to be certain my senses weren’t fooling me, that what I felt was real. The honeymoon period has probably ended, but I have to say: I never noticed. And this is how I feel about more than just my husband. That spark of recognition between friends is just as vital. Looking at a friend you’ve known for years in the eye and realizing your whole life would be different (read: worse) if you never met them? There’s magic in that. I’m an optimistic person by nature, but it is hard not to be. There’s so much magic between us. The connection between me and those I love is a spark that can fuel all my tomorrows.