Beautiful

I am not surprised by receiving flowers from a friend when a loved one passes away or one of my random trips to the hospital. Beauty brings comfort. John Eldridge says so.
What I am surprised by is when I am able to soak up the beauty around me as if I am following the scents at the mall to the food court. An aroma that cannot be ignored, a presence of awesomeness and attraction that must be followed to the source.
I took the trail and it led to a blog without pictures. Why? Because I could not possibly put a physical picture to the beauty of spending a few evenings with friends and watching the beauty of relationships around me as I am a part of something much larger than a title or a company or even a family. I am a part of a beautiful world.
Beauty for me came as I found a baby studying my face and laughing at my laugh. Her warmth in her hug as she tickled my neck with her stubby, little fingers.
The beauty of a man who chooses a card that reiterates every single facet of our relationship and loves me helplessly.
The beauty of family, blood or not, that loves at all times through affection, perfect gifts that reveal the closeness of the relationship and quality time together.
A son reunited with a dad willing to change his life to be near and a part of something much bigger than himself.
Nana, a sixty-three year old woman determined that unconditional love is given to all of her grandchildren, even if step may be in her title.
The beautiful, familiar voice of a loved one expressing joy in your call and memories of your life from remember when...
If you think about it long enough, you'll see it, too.
There are no pictures because they may or may not be beautiful to you.
You know the beauty in your life. You are probably some one's beauty.
And if you are, thank you. Thank you for making our world beautiful.