infinite

Everyday heros… cheers to y’all.

When I was in Kiawah, Prance and I went for a run. Somehow we ended up at the beach, which is kind of an inevitable part of being on an island. It was windy, chilly, & pouring. No one was out, needless to say. We ran to the waters edge and then followed it for miles, rain stinging my cheeks and pelting my eyes. I looked down at Prance and his super cheesy, gummy smile plastered on. We ran faster with the wind and the rain. I remember watching the waves as some went right up and over my shoes, soaking my toes. These are moments where I feel nothing but infinite. And thank goodness for those moments because without them, I don’t think I’d make it.

I went to dinner in downtown Charleston with two of my favorites. My grandpa wore a bow tie and my grandma was in pink heels, walking better than I ever do. They looked extravagant. Like life had only breezed past them, carrying them and comforting them through their existence. They looked infinite and completely timeless to me. But it wasn’t anything they were wearing or the way they were walking, it was the way my grandpa shot his hands in the air and screamed my name when he saw me. It was my grandma, suddenly standing, and waving with both her arms above her head. Love displayed was what made them infinite.

For as long as I’ve been alive, my grandparents have smeared love on everything they touch. It is loud, sometimes messy, but it’s always love and it’s the most sure thing I can count on.