Sure, it sounds cliche. I am highly aware of this. Yet at the ripe age of 28 (dramatic, too, I know), I have finally come to realize that it really is all about the small stuff.
Like the flowers he got me for my birthday, after I bitched about not getting anything- Even though he came with me to an experience he wasn’t so sure he would enjoy. The times he says I look pretty- Which for him to say, is simply a treasure. The way Molly greets me when I come home after a long day at work. The grabs a leaf in her mouth and excitingly brings it to me as though I’ve been gone a lifetime. Bringing me that gift at the end of the day never shys a smile from stretching across my face. It is so easy to forget the simple, sweet things in life when there is so much going on.
I don’t feel the need to rehash my past. I feel the need to be grateful for the things I have in my life now. If I could realise this now, then I believe anyone can. Over the next few months I have a lot of hills to climb. But keeping the small things in mind, and not overlooking them on my journey, is sure to keep me smiling.