Once you reach a certain age or stage and you find yourself  looking back as much as forward,  you realize that much of the joy in the journey has been in the little things.  Always, ALWAYS,  in the good times and the bad, in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, but, especially in times of political unrest and an invisible virus, do we come to understand that those little gestures and/or deeds become the bond that makes living liveable.  Too often they are not recognized or appreciated until time has gone by.

 

And here are just some tiny moments in my long life that tell my story.  I’m willing to bet that you can identify.

—–a rustic birdhouse brought to me by my cousin , just because…..

—–a cute boy holding the door for me at the grocery, saying that his grandmother expected him to be mannerly,  just because…

—–special cheesecake slices brought to me by one of my dearest friends, just because…

—–phone call every Sunday morning  at 8:30 , without fail , from my son, just because…

—–emails and  texts  and long meaningful phone conversations from an elected official / friend, just because…

—–a hug in the kitchen from my high school sweetheart, just because…

—– a drop-in from my daughter for a talk, sometimes quick, sometimes long, just because…

—–a kiss on my chin from Gracie, our Cocker, just because…

—–Christmas fudge still , some 12 or 13 years later,  from one of my favorite FCHS co-workers back in the day, just because…

—–out-of-the-blue, no particular reason, phone calls or texts from one or more of our six young adult grands, just because…

My hope is that these thoughts of mine trigger some similar thoughts for you.  Perhaps you will scroll down and share.

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