I count the early morning warmth of the comforter, the feeling of my eyes before they open but I am awake and I can just soak in the silence of this April snowfall and the still small room. I count Starbucks with Mom and chai lattes and I count tripping and falling over myself in the Dunkin' Donuts parking lot that still makes me cringe and laugh when I think about it.
I count the moment I made the connection between my paper in American Christianity and my paper in Theology - when I realized that learning is always this good, if I was poet enough and student enough to watch the web spun around me. I count learning, the glasses on my nose and the questions in my head and my voice just spinning out of me because I just have too many questions to raise my hand and wait.
I count the memory of French lavender and English teatime, I count the Zoe Keating concert and the five hour Thursday nights my friend Emily and I make space in for each other. I count the cupcake Joanna left on my table yesterday morning and the moment of two hugs from a mentor and the moment of landing in DC all those months ago.
And then this moment I count loving the space I am learning to make in my life to seek out joy and I count finishing the paper and I count laughing until my sides ache with it and I count learning how to tell someone that I care about them in the way that only they can hear it, and know that it's true, and I count the emails fresh in my inbox from Uganda and I count the coffee moments with Dad and I count singing in church my favorite hymn.