My dad was telling me a story and, in it, was describing that he was standing in line at a hardware store with my brother.

My brother is loud, out-going, friendly, kind, and always joking and laughing. My dad said that my brother had turned to the people behind them and struck up a conversation. This is something I often do myself, to the eternal mortification of my family.

My dad interjected into his own narrative with: “You know your brother; he’d talk to shit if he thought it’d listen.”

Oh. My. God!

I had to stop the story just to laugh!

“Wait — wait!”, I screamed, as I tried to catch my breath! It was an accurate quote that zapped me in the center of my chest like a defibrillator. I needed the moment, not only to guffaw like a donkey but to file it into my brain for safe keeping like a tiny, fragile treasure.

I live for these. They mean everything in this life.