little things.

Happiness for me is in the simple things that end up mounding into a pile of big things.  I'm talking about crunchy leaves under your soles, fresh flowers, a wet nose to come home to, a home cooked meal, laughter, dancing around your apartment in your socks, a warm bubble bath, phone calls from loved ones, the smell of lavendar, an old picture, a glass of sangria, Christmas morning, singing like you are Aretha Franklin with your hairbrush, and all those other things you thought were unimportant.

I never want to be so determined to make it to the next corner that I forget to enjoy the street, but it seems many of us are always overlooking the little things.  Life is not a destination it's a journey, so let's start looking right in front of our eyes and not off in the distant hills.  The present is a gift afterall, that's why it's called a present.