The longer I’m on this earth the more I realize it’s the little things that wow me the most. I’m not saying that I don’t enjoy big surprises, a romantic something or a trip to somewhere great that takes careful planning, but really it’s those tiny moments of feeling just so good where you are and what’s the word — safe, maybe? Secure, settled, calm, serene.
At one time that seemed boring to me — calm, settled. Not anymore. I’ll take serene over drama anyday. It’s usually the simplest gestures that make my heart flutter or leap a little.
Some Little Things
Hubby, whether he works an early morning or the afternoon, makes coffee every single morning (he makes it better, I’m not sure why) and brings me a cup. If he leaves early, early he’ll put the coffee on the bedside table and then lean over and kiss me. I’ll pull him in and hug, hug, hug him.
If I’m in a low mood, my pups will sense this and hop up in my lap and sprawl all over me, as if to soak up some of that little sad that still visits me. It works. I swear they can understand what I’m feeling. I look deep into their eyes and tell them I love them and I KNOW they love me back. Have you read the article in the New York Times, Dogs Are People, Too? Nuff’ said.
It’s listening to someone you love when he/she is ill and knowing that just the listening is enough. Getting a text from someone unexpected that makes you smile or laugh out loud. It’s spaghetti on a rainy day with wine and some opera playing. It’s those I-can’t-stop-laughing-and-it’s-hard-to-catch-my-breath times between you and people that really know you — flaws and all.
Fresh flowers in a vase.
Seashells in a jar.
Popcorn and movies on a weekday with thunderstorms. A drive on a beautiful day listening to good music. A walk. Simple, little things.
A Big Thing That’s Now a Little Thing
I moved this ginormous picture that I’ve never really liked to our new place. Years ago, my sister gave me this big print of an urn-like thing with flowers. It wasn’t my style but hubby and I had just moved into a new home and we were doing Thanksgiving that year.
I had the print framed for a spot that would hang over a couch that looked lonely against a big wall. (FYI — never buy anything to fill a spot, it’s not good feng shui.) Anyyyy – way, it hung there and I never really enjoyed looking at it. When I got to my new digs, I still didn’t but I kept thinking, I paid a pretty good chunk to have it framed so, I can’t just throw it out.
I made it into a chalkboard.
Now, when I have an idea, or I want to draw something or there’s a book I need to make a note of I do it on this giant chalkboard that’s nearby where I write. I’ve got these brightly-colored markers that just make me so happy when I write with them. I’ll write little notes and hubby will read them on his way in. He’ll leave me one that I can read on my way out.
Little things — make me so happy. Obviously, I’m way more poetic than he is.
What are some of your “little things” that make you happy? Make you want to jump up and down? Make your heart go THUMP THUMP. Tell it to me and Happy Monday.