An awareness video by Daniel Simons and Christopher Chabris reveals humans are not as observant as we belive. I decided to be a bit more observant yesterday and this is what I can conclude...the simplest and most common things in life are beautiful. Here is a rough timeline of some observations:
7:00 My wife is sitting in her chair and enjoying her morning coffee. I lean over and I give her multiple tiny kisses as I leave for the day. Her eyes sparkle, she smiles and says to me that she loves me as I walk out the door. And this is after almost 25 years of marriage!
8:00 AM; As I walk to towards the college print shop to pick up my final exams I see a young man dancing to the disco song, "The Hustle". His arms, legs and torso were flailing all over the place...and he didn't care that he was the only one dancing. I decided to dance with him for a few seconds as I danced like John Travolta in "Saturday Night Fever". Smiles galore. He continues to dance to Katy Perry's, "Shake it off".
8:10 AM; As I walk back to my office, a young lady sees a large oleander bush loaded with beautiful white flowers. She picked one and placed it behind one of her ears. It was so beautiful to see her notice the beauty of the flower, deciding to adorn herself and smile as she proceeded to her classroom to take her final exam.
10:30 AM; A struggling student turns in her exam, smiled and whispered to me, "May I please give you a hug?" She came around the desk and she gave me a large embrace. She was having some personal difficulties that impacted her academics. There were several times that she simply needed someone to listen to her this semester.
4:00 PM; I drive home and open the door into the hallway from the garage and my 11 lb dog, Lucy is always there to greet me. Her tail wags, her dog tags cling as she awaits her daily scratch behind the ears.
4:01 PM; My younger son walks down the hallway to greet me with a high-five, a hug, a smile and proceeds with our usual and satisfying greeting of "How are ya' fella?"
9:00 PM; My older son decides it's time to go to sleep so he grabs walks over to me an contemplates doing our ritual good-morning/good evening handshake. He broke his thumb two months ago and recently got his cast removed. He decided this is the night to give our hand shake a try: Shake, grip, fist-bump, salt-pinch followed by the sky-hook. He felt no pain and gave a "Woo" scream of joy.
There were simply the highlights of a regular Wednesday in May. I will continue to be observant of the beauty, love and simple things that make life amazing. But heck, what do I know...I'm just Joe.