It's the Little Things

It's the little things that matter most. Life will always busy. Most of what you do each day will not be what you want to do. You have to appreciate the moments that come.

I love sunsets. I love the end of the day that has been full of life. I think of sunsets when we were all together on vacation. I think of sunsets that I've witnessed at soccer games or water polo tournaments. It's like the Lord saves the best for last and gives us one last witness that it's all worth it - Life is worth living. Often Dad will call me to tell me that there is a beautiful sunset. I loved that he'll do that. I love even more that he notices.

I have been busy, but I want to take a moment. Take a moment to share, hopefully someone will at least care to read even if they do not write. Little things sometimes matter even more than the big things.

Today Jamie and I went on a drive to a little town called Nashville. We went to Target, Sam's Club, MIchaels, the grocery store. I did 4 loads of  laundry and made 4 loaves of chocolate banana bread for neighbors and doctors (that were so nice). We unpacked the dining room and finished the kitchen. I looked out Jamie's kitchen window just as the sun was setting. She has two oak trees that grow side by side into one beautiful tree in her backyard. The street she lives on is called Twin Oaks because of that. There are a few leaves still on the tree and many leaves on the grass. It gave me a serene feeling as I realized that she could see the sunset outside her kitchen window. The sunset wasn't anything memorable, but looking out and seeing it there was. It was a little thing.

As we were driving to Nashville there was something memorable. It was a windy day and leaves were falling from the trees like a soft gentle snow, constant but effortless. As we turned on a country road we watched as a wave of leaaves that covered the road swept toward us like the waves joining the shore. It almost had a life of its own. It was a little thing.

George does many little things that make me love him. Just as he is waking up and letting us know that he needs us (well most of the time he needs Mommy), I pick him up and he arches his back and brings his elbows up by his face and stretches. It's like when someone gets just the right spot when you've got an itch. He arches and stretches, leaning his head back. He's not in a hurry, he's enjoying every moment. We need to be like that. We need to pay attention to the little things and enjoy the beauty and make moments every day of our lives.

I tried to post pictures from my ipad, but couldn't figure it out. Another time, but at least I wrote. It's the little things.