I think that no matter how much older I get and how much more I learn, I will always remember the inmportant things. Like the times I daydreamed, all the times I said a prayer of thanks for the good things in my life, and all the times I cried with Jesus; just because His glory and love overwhelmed me so much. The things that matter don't always have to be seen by others but can be shared with the one who sees every bit of you for who you truly are.