They're just a sprig of the first Saskatoons blossoming, picked by my husband and given with a peck on the cheek as he heads off to do MORE marking (the gruelling task allotted to all in the field of education - like laundry or dishes, it's NEVER caught up)
This sweet, small gift touches me more than an extravagant florist bouquet ever could. It's the scribbled crayon drawing of a wee one - or a sticky jam-kiss. It's a wriggling puppy or finding a coin. It's bursting out in giggles or the thrill of holding hands with my husband after all these years. It's coffee with a good friend or a beautiful sunset. It's an unexpected pleasure at just the exact right time. Its a comforting hug by someone i care about when I'm hurting. It's moments like these that are like the smell of rain after a hot summer day. Little gifts like this wipe away all the wrong from the rest of the day. It tells me he loves me more than if he hired a billboard on a super highway. Amazing, such a small thing.
What makes you happy?
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