I’ve always known that little things make me happy. Don’t get me wrong, because of Nicholas I have enjoyed extravegance as well. But it doesn’t have to be expensive of huge to make me happy. This week has been a much needed exploit on the little things that make me smile.
For instance…since the weather has turned nicer I’ve found more than just a few excuses to be out in the sun and…BLOWING BUBBLES!! Between Nicholas, Jacob, Mary and myself, I have enough bubbles to make an orphanage happy however I’ll admit that I’ve spent my share of the benji’s at Walmart since their Bubble wands came out in bigger sizes. It makes something inside lift just a little (and sometimes a lot) when I get to just stand in the sun and watch them float away.
Two days ago Christina and I took Sophie and Jack Roberts to see Horton Hears a Who. It was delightful, despite the “You’re a boob” comments in the movie that we were terrified they’d go home and repeat. They laughed and just sat there rivited the whole time. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to spend so much time with a six and seven year old. Sophie’s constant smile could brighten anyone’s day. We took them to TCBY afterwards to get frozen yogurt. The pictures of them holding cones that are as big as their faces are priceless.
After helping a customer in line tonight, he said, “By the way. You’re really pretty. Just wanted to let you know.” And then walked away. My first response after saying thank you was to comment to Christie that maybe he was an overaged boyscout who needed a good deed for the day. But I went back to her and apologized later for being so mean to myself. It’s just out of my own selfconsciousness of being afraid someone wouldn’t agree so if I say something against it first, they can’t. But to be honest, it felt really nice. He wasn’t someone I know and I appreciate the fact that he was willing to brighten my day. Whoever you were, thanks friend.
And I’m ok with letting little things make me happy. To be honest, I need all the joy I can get right now! >_< I miss Nick. It rips at my heart. Especially at night. But I know that God is in control and He desires for Nicholas to know Him more than I do. I know that he’s safer left to God than he was when we were friends. But I miss having my best friend.
And I like that there’s a part of me that refuses to grow up. I hope that never changes. I enjoy delighting in juvenile tendencies.
Tags: Bubbles, Happy, Horton Hears a Who, smiling
