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You think it’s going to be the big holidays that are hard. The first Thanksgiving without her. The first Christmas. Maybe even her birthday.

But it’s not the big days that bring you to your knees. It’s all the little moments in between.

It’s cooking a family recipe and not being able to call her to ask a question about the directions.

It’s looking down and realizing you’re using the Tupperware you stole from her and knowing you can’t return it even if you wanted to.

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It’s talking about the new Bridgerton spin-off with your hairdresser and choking up because you can’t talk about it with her.

It’s seeing the boys reach new goals and not having her there to share in the excitement.

It’s finding the mailbox empty of cheesy cards full of money on Valentine’s and St. Patrick’s Day and finally understanding that having her love was the true pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

It’s all of these small things, and so many more, that remind you how much you miss her.

We live in a world that celebrates the big—the big promotion, the big announcement, the big move, even the Big Mac. But bigger isn’t always better.

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Let’s face it, the big moments of life are few and far between, and if we only focus on those, we miss out on a lot of good stuff along the way.

While trips to the mountaintop are definitely worth celebrating, don’t discount the day-to-day. Believe it or not, there’s magic in the mundane, and the events that seem insignificant are actually the ones we remember the most.

So, soak up the little joys of daily life and relish all the small moments because those—those are what you’ll miss when she’s gone.

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Katherine Bryant

Katherine Bryant is a wife, mom, teacher, daughter, and friend just trying to figure out who she is, what she wants to be when she grows up, and where God is leading her. A graduate of Furman University and the University of South Carolina, she loves a cozy hooded sweatshirt, Papermate Flair pens, and a little coffee in her creamer. Known for laughing at inappropriate times, Katherine loves to entertain her family and friends with a good story. Her ultimate goal is to remind us that God is always with us, all we have to do is pay attention. She lives with her husband and sons in Columbia, SC.

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