good karma

It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed.
—  Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise

“And you know what? Lindsay and I… We made an extra life.”


No, I totally didn’t cry over this announcement, and no I totally haven’t been obsessing over it, unable to stop thinking about how Michael must be scared of losing their baby and how absolutely excited and in love he is with his child already and how Lindsay is so happy and how they are going to be the cutest parents to ever parent and how happy I am to watch them grow over the years.

That would be ridiculous.