My very absolute favorite thing to find out about people is the tiny things, the quick fixes, the beautiful cliches that heal a hard day, sad or hurt feelings, and a broken heart.

For my mom, she needs a counter productive coffee and nap. If you do the dishes while she's asleep, you'll be her queen. 

My dad just needs to be alone. Drive. 

Owen needs to fight, and then have someone pray in the same room he is. 

I remember a friend who shopped. Retail therapy was real for that cutie. 

A diet coke with lime, reisens, and a vent session was J's fix. One of my favorites to fix. 

Paul needs cuddles.

Smash likes a treat, and to binge watch movies. 

As you grow older and change and evolve your little fixes do to. 

I have quite a few and they vary from day to day, mood to different mood, with other to alone. There's something about someone remembering those little things for you and being a healer, something about remembering those for someone else-knowing when to step in- and there's something about healing for yourself. 

It's only Wednesday, and this week has been a long one. And tonight my heart ached with nostalgia, love, and a realization how far away my closest people are. People grow, change, and evolve. This is usually something I'm pretty good at realizing and being able to detach when the time is right. But, I didn't think this one would ever grow away from my heart. Distance, sure, my heart, no. Watching it happen before my eyes, and feeling it in my bones is a little chilly, but there's old sweatshirts for that. 

So, tonight with a soft heart, I played the music in the car exceptionally loud, sang out at the top of my lungs, dances, and cried just a little because all of that is healing to me. I finished with a half and half frosty because nostalgia is real and then I wrote because that heals me. I talked to the east, it told me it loved me, and that made my heart a little bit stronger. 

Xo, mo.