The gift of counting them as pure happiness is a treasure.

Let me etch these memories into my bones. The gift of counting them as pure happiness is a treasure. When you suffocate, don't discount them. These are beautiful moments-etch them into your skin, carve them into your bones. And then, when you are cutting tomatoes, imagine a light shining through the window onto a sliver of the cutting board, and be there in each cut.

By Grace He
Friend, teacher, and talented writer