a small fraction that fits into the morning,
that clicks into place
on a weekend,
that completes, someday, perhaps,
a larger whole.
i am sure my boys won't remember the exact scones made on this very day, but i hope they remember the small moments scooped up and threaded into the larger moments of their own story.
this smallness, this insignificance; moments so small, yet so intrinsic, help forge Life so large.