A Small List Of Just Right Things
twelve year old freckles
blank walls showcasing a single photo
ink scrawled words on a well worn page
the comfortable silence between you and a someone you feel at home with
sun splashed hardwood floors
a cleared inbox
routine how-are-you phone calls
a knowing smile between friends
a knowing smile between strangers
the thoughtfulness of a mother
slow burning candles
a clean sink free of dishes
the smell of rosemary
a cup of coffee brought in the early morning by a loving friend (or, honestly, any cup of coffee)
the satiny feel of endlessly used knitting needles
a song with words that hit you right in the chest in that place where you really and truly get stuff
bike rides on chilly-grey days
these are the overlooked, not-as-noticed things i’m thankful for.
i, of course, could go on and on about the big abundance i’ve been blessed with in the way of my family and friends and a home and my dreams and passions. and i do go on and on about them from time to time. but i wanted to take today, this day we reserve for thankfulness and being grateful, to take note of these small things.
actually, now that i think about it, these small things speak of all of those aforementioned big things.
they, in their smallness, just altogether make up the big things.
the just-right things.