February fills me with the love bug, so every day in the lead up to Valentine’s Day I wrote about something that touched me. I tell you, it was a challenge to choose just one from each day.
Two tiny hands wrap themselves around an enormous piece of fruit. Eyes focused, jaws wide open, he goes in for the crunch. A child eating an apple makes my heart melt, every single time.
An unexpected connection. You meet a friend and their significant other, spend the day ignoring your buddy and set the world to rights with his gal.
The shared effort of giving it your all at the end of a training session. 90 minutes in, and fading, but still upbeat enough to banter before the final sprint.
Surprising yourself with knowledge you didn’t know you had. Chinese political history – hell, it was buried deep, but it was there.
Leaky tap of a forehead, bubbling geyser on the upper lip, heavy condensation in the cleavage. The simple pleasure of sweat.
Making someone else’s day that little bit richer, unconsciously. And them reaching out to connect again.
The physicality of friendship. Unconsidered brushes and bumps that need no explanation.
Sustaining a peaceful state of mind in a shopping mall.
Queuing up things you want to talk about with someone you love, knowing you’ll never, ever, run out of conversation.
When the person you’re talking to looks at you intensely, eyes journeying into your brain, and nods as if your words are 24 karat gold.
Being able to take the stress out of someone’s day, by doing things that really help.
When a person picks you up better than any drug can, and puts the energy back into your soul.
A bed with a view of the jungle.
A warm ocean dancing over my skin, and the knowledge of Mum and Dad being on the shore.