It is by the birthdays, the vacations, the new school years, good-byes and welcome homes, the weddings and moves, that we mark our calendars and decorate the fridge.
Is it by these that our lives are made? Certainly not these alone. Time slips in and fills the hollows in between with finished crossword puzzles, hangers sliding along curtain rods, sore muscles and hot showers and too much cookie dough, with night swims in black silk water, with Saturday mornings.
These big moments? They’re shiny gemstones in the hourglass. We remember time around them, use them as markers to create shapes in the sand.