Little things mean a lot

A toddler’s first scribbled portrait of Mommy is given pride of place on the refrigerator door, even though the aforementioned portrait was done with the last of Mommy’s favorite, now-impossible-to-find lipstick.

Little Things mean a lot.

After a hellish day at work, you swoop into the grocery store to grab one essential item.  A single register is open, and the cart ahead of you is filled to the brim.  Just as you resign yourself to an eternal wait the other shopper notices you, smiles and says, “Hey, I’ll be here ’til Doomsday.  Why don’t you go ahead of me?”

Little Things mean a lot.





(It’s the thought that counts…)







A few other little things:

    • Putting keys, eyeglasses, cell phone, etc. in the same places when not in use.  (Lessen the stressin’!)
    • Making lists/writing things down.  (Who needs all that crap rattling around inside their head?)
    • Remembering there’s a whole world outside the TV/computer/cell phone screen and paying it a visit.  (I’m in no danger of being a Jedi Master at this, but I’m working on it. Hey, I saw geese the other day!  And a woodchuck!)
    • Letting someone know (to paraphrase Elton John’s “Your Song”) how wonderful your life is because s/he’s in the world–especially if that person’s right beside you on the front lines of  Everyday Life.  (Gee…wonder if I know somebody who fits that description….)

Take care, everybody!

Cat and mouse image created by me, using Storyboard That.