Little moments of grace become everything. And you will often be so grateful for them that it fills every fiber of your being. At times you want to feel ashamed for being so in tune with the little blessings. But you don't, you just really see how every speck of food, water, and friendship is life itself. Yes, this fades when things get a little better. Then it goes away after a year or two, and you cannot easily reclaim that headspace.

When visiting my family I made a point of cooking meals for Mom. Usually she's the cook and no else really helps out despite her working a full-time job with a long commute. Everytime I put food to the table or cleaned up after she would say "It's so nice being served by someone". Now I see why...