They’re not so little to me. They’re important.
I’m not a fancy girl. Never have been. I can get dressed up if I need to but it’s not my favorite thing to do. I’d rather throw on jeans and a hoodie.
I’m more into the little things. The idea that what makes me happy doesn’t have to be outlandish, planned, or out of this world.
I treasure memories, and photos, and the gift of time. I treasure family. And friends. And friends that are family.
I like hearing I inspired you. To do anything really: take a walk, explore a park, watch the sun, take a picture, call your Mom, walk the beach in the rain.
It makes me smile to know I’m remembered in some way.
That you can look at a pack of M&M’s and know that plain is my favorite. Or you sing in the car thinking I’d quote just that lyric. How that awesome basketball play would be watched on repeat, over and over. Or that every hug you gift to me is the best hug. That my kiddos getting along makes me crazy, in a good way. Or my dogs on my lap smothering me warms my heart.
I’ll forever be the girl who makes mountains out of mole hills. But that’s a good thing when it comes to memories and feelings and love of life.
These things you call little, are huge to me.
