The Aftermath of Falling in Love

There are moments in your life that will make a home for themselves inside of your heart.

Some are merely passing through – pitching a tent for the night, dozing off on a brief gallivant as they tumble toward the most insignificant corners of your memory. But other moments stick around – pull on worker boots, build scaffolding, erect ramshackle huts with sharp edges. Start calling your heart home.

Like the moment I first fell in love. The moment I looked up and giggled because how could I not, the moment I erected a squatters' tent on the banks of his story. Like the moments that followed, when I waited to be invited in – to be offered a blanket and a cup of milk tea. Like the moment I realized it was too cold outside.

Those moments stick around. Grow comfortable in the home you've provided them. Remodel with every passing season, settle in that little bit more.

So light a fire in the hearth and welcome them home. Remember them. Cry laugh sob scream giggle dance for them. Live them. They are part of your story. And as you welcome them, give your heart permission to keep pumping. Because someday – surely, someday – those moments will pack up and move along. But only after you've felt every last ounce of them.