It’s the little things. The little things that make me smile. The little things that make my heart swell up in my chest. The little things that make me want to sing and dance, despite the fact that I am most certainly not talented in either area. The little things that make me sigh.
It’s the little things…
A good laugh. A glowing smile. A sappy Christmas movie. A salted caramel mocha from Starbucks. Rain. Lights outside the house at night. A sigh-worthy poem. The smell of a Christmas tree. Cinnamon rolls. Crisp, cold air. Text messages from my dad. The rustle of the pages of a book. Christmas songs lilting like lullabies.
…That remind me of how blessed I am. Yet, there are also the not-so-little things as well.
A God who loves us so much that He sent His son down to earth as a baby to save us. Family that never stops loving. Friends that make me laugh and smile so hard that my face hurts. A puppy with feet that look like they’ve been dipped in white paint.