It really is the little things. The tiny details that build up a day; that build up to a life.
A candle that tells us the day is winding down, time for quieter voices (in theory), for a shared meal, for stories, for cuddles. Knowing rest is round the corner we can marshal our strength to finish the day well.
A boiling pot of pasta on the stove, ready to feed my family. Knowing we are heading for full tummies, that our basic needs are being met is a deep comfort.
A gift sent from my Dad far away reminds me that those I love are always close.
These are the pieces of my life, that connect together. That make up who I am. Who we are.
4 thoughts on “The Little Things”
What a lovely reflection, gratitude for the day!
Your Dad is awesome. How thoughtful. And I love the fact that in so little words, you can say so much. Have a great day my friend.