It's The Little Things

You know that feeling when you make it inside right as you hear that first clap of thunder and it starts to pour rain outside. As if God was holding an umbrella above you your whole walk home and put it away as soon as you set foot into the comforts of your warm cozy home?

Then you run to your bedroom, kick off your shoes without putting them away and pull on your favorite plaid jammies all the while having a mug of water microwaving  so that you could enjoy a steamy cup of whatever your heart desired.

And then you curl up with a small fleece blanket on the corner of your couch and stare out the window and watch the dozens of students outside (who weren't as lucky as you) fleeing to and from their destinations while being mercilessly pelted by rain as you smile and sip your cider.

 And as you sit, stare and sip, you're steadily and surely reminded of how content you are with your life. About how miraculous this world you live in is.
You think about how much you love people in general.
It occurs to you that you'll only have the opportunity to meet and get to know a teensy, tiny percentage of them.
 As you stare out that window, you think of some of the greatest people you know. Your dad. Your best friend. Your roommate. A teacher. A bishop.

Then it hits you! Only a very few people in the world will ever have the opportunity to meet and get to know that individual, that friend, that parent, that bishop.
And you were one of them!
You were lucky enough to be able to rub shoulders with that great individual who has taught you so much. Billions upon billions of people will never know them.
But you did, and you do. How wonderful! You feel immense gratitude for that person and want nothing more than to call them up or send them a thank you card right that instant...

 But you don't. At least not right then. Because you're curled up on the couch watching little ant-like people scurrying about in the rain while you sip your cider and love your life.