The smallest moments

It should be the big things that get to my heart, but it's always the small things.

At a confirmation service at St. Stephen's Episcopal Church in Delmar this weekend, it wasn't the Holy Spirit that moved me to tears as one of the newly annointed took a step forward in his spiritual life, but the quiet way his parents held hands as they prayed over their child.

It's a tough time of year for those of us with a wide streak of sentimentality, as high school seniors all over the state prepare for graduation. It's not even that big a year for us, since it's one more till Christopher graduates.

My currently too-big emotions remind me of the Thursday and Friday before Christopher started kindergarten, when I watched the older children on the street get onto the school bus. I tried to call to him once to come see; this would be him next week, but the words wouldn't get past the lump in my throat.

I hope I'm front-ending the emotion and that I'll be able to maintain a shred of dignity at his commencement next year.


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