In the course of a lifetime there are some things that matter. Birds matter. Flowers matter. Moments matter. Songs matter. Stillness matters. Travels matter. Walks matter. Talks matter.
I come from a family where strength is the norm. If something needs to be done, one doesn't let feelings or emotions get in the way. My Papaw's favorite line when any of us started crying was "dry it up!" They're the folks who sing at funerals; the folks who put duty and responsibility and doing for others and yes, attending church, before mental health. Even my husband is super strong. On days like today, I'm left with a sense of shame that I can't live up to this standard.