sometimes, it is in the little things

Just this past week I phoned a dear friend for a quick hello, which became a well rounded catching up and lasted my entire 45 minuet commute home. It was the kind of call that under all of the excitement and bustle of filling each other in on the latest we ever so silently told the other I believe in you. And you know what the beautiful thing is, I have been blessed with so many of those friendships. The friend who texts me the poem they wrote for me, or sends me a photo of their house because they know how much I would adore it. It is these little things that make me smile, and give me confidence. From these friendships I have found more and more how sometimes the smallest of things can mean the most. To celebrate such things I have a poem I wrote sometime ago about the little things, and the joy & life they bring.

Be about the small things

The wildflowers lining the roadsides

The glowing tapestry of the sunlight through the trees blowing in the wind

Swirling, constant breezes through car windows with the music loud

The tenderness of a forehead kiss

The kindness of a note written by hand

Gentle, soft awakenings in the mid of daybreak

Be about the little things

It’s okay to see the beauty in the world

To see it and hold it tight

To show it back to the world

Because those eyes saw something no one else did

They still do

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