The small details of how we live our lives measure large. Isn't it true that you can get a feeling about a person in how they shake your hand or look into your eye? Wouldn't you agree that generosity of spirit can be seen in how someone smiles?
It is in such small details that speak of who we are.
After days of pouring down rain, this morning came silently. A bird sang, raindrops (nature's diamonds) hung from the leaves of the rose bush outside the bedroom window. I pulled up the blankets around my face, listened to the rhythm of French Husband's snoring and felt very happy.
Chelsea says rainy days mean baking. She planned to bake today (chocolate chip cookies). It isn't raining… But if I turn a sprinkler on, and hang it over the kitchen window maybe she will think it is?
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