My Baby Is Growing Up.

I had a great day today. Despite all the factors that c0uld have trumped the utilization of that adjective, today was actually a great day. Despite the fact that we got stuck in traffic for what eventually added up to 7:45 hours, the other fact that I just happened to get my allergy in the middle of a traffic jam with no allergy medications in reach and having to accept the fact that I may show up for my best friend's graduation ceremony with a swollen lip and a bloated face had it not been for my dad stopping by a pharmacy and popping me full of pills, another that I was struggling with wavering network signals to be there for a friend who was breaking down on the other end of the world, and another that my efforts were misinterpreted for being the devil’s advocate and cost me even more than I initially expended, and finally the fact that I was screwed up for the work week, even if I take out sleeping, eating and living variables out of the equation and replace them with work constants. Today was a great day, because of little things. Little things that amount to great things, because what a lot of people don’t understand is that it’s the little things that matter because their cumulative effect is what makes big things momentous. Little things like getting a bone-crushing minute-long hug that lifts you off the floor, like sharing one of the most important days of another’s life, like getting that sparkly look from your dad as he tells you that you look exceptionally beautiful today and even though you know it’s probably because he’s biased, it still makes your heart go bum bum, like the realization that your dad is the best dad in the world for cancelling work and commuting for something that’s important to you, like wearing heels because a friend made you and ending up with a lot of other chick props that make you feel like a tranny who can’t feel her toes but you still do it because you promised, like cheering your lungs out for someone even though you may be too shy to even speak out in front of a handful of people any day of the week, like seeing your best friend’s face flushed with that lively red that comes when she’s fighting back tears so they wouldn’t ruin her make-up, like getting an adrenaline rush when you finally find that familiar graduation gown that has you dropping your stuff all over the place and ruining pictures, like seeing her mom’s proud face, like being there and seeing the factions of real-life footage that cameras don’t capture in that little cloud that exists when family celebrates, like seeing the tilted-graduation-cap-kiss photo in the making, like seeing a person who’d usually bite people’s heads off postponing work due tomorrow to be there for her sister and being all shaky as the lens flickers to regain her composure in its time capsulated shutter seconds, like the gratitude that floods in when you see your dad taking three desert roads to get you there, like the awesome feeling you have when you venture walking in el haram street in a tiny dress and heels to get a sandwich, like the revelations you make through a friend’s non-existent verbal restraint that are not limited to stories of pet homicides, like knowing for a fact that missing your own prom intentionally now makes sense because Fairmont or not, your priorities are straight enough to realize that it’s all about whether or not there are people there who care, and last but not least, the little tingly pleasure you get when you know that you’ll only remember the little things in a packet of a blurry big pleasant thing for the rest of your life.

Against every odd, today was a great day.