The Lift

It’s been a rough week.
With very limited sleep.
I just wanted to hurry through my busy day and get home to take care of my mom who has been fighting the flu and fever.
When my sister texted and asked me to pick up my nephew after work I was a little annoyed.
It was a detour and I was exhausted.
But the minute I arrived and saw him waving and excitedly doing his fortnite dance in the freezing cold, I couldn’t help but laugh.
He threw his bags in the backseat and began babbling about his day.
After a while, Bruno Mars came on the radio and he just started singing along.
Loudly.
With all his heart - and he sounded great!
I looked at him and marveled.
I don't have kids, but seeing my nephew sing the way I used to at his age made me so proud and nostalgic.
I started to harmonize with him.
He seemed pleased.
Before I knew it, we were on the highway in traffic and both of us were singing at the top of our lungs.
If you would have told me this morning that by nightfall I’d be singing, I’d probably have rolled my eyes all the way to the back of my head.
I was so sad all day. So worried. So tired.
But this little human helped me seize an innocent moment of joy.
And I was grateful for the lift.