It’s About The Little Things

It’s been a rough summer, to say the least. Probably the most awful one in the history of me. The last one being when I was 17 and my favorite Siamese cat, Kyoto died.

I suppose I had been lucky. Luck has a tendency to run dry on occasion. But, the good thing about luck is that it doesn’t go away, it just has to regroup and recoup.

Now, as I regroup and recoup alongside my luck, I realize it’s time to focus on those little things that seem to have escaped me because I’ve been so busy being obsessed with that big picture. The overwhelming ones that have been tarnished with dark things.

For instance, my fish enjoying his pond.

And my little fisherman catching the biggest bass he ever caught. It was so heavy that he needed his daddy to help reel it in.

I’m thankful that my daughter was able to go back to camp where she can enjoy the rest of her summer as she heals with the help of her friends. Seeing her smiles in the picture that her camp posts. Knowing she is happy despite the sadness.

My oldest son. I’m grateful that summer school was a success and he passed his class with flying colors. Hopefully he learned that it’s just easier to do well the first time around instead of having to be stuck in a classroom for 3 hours a day relearning the same math he already did during the school year. His sweetness. He smarts. His big, huge heart.

My husbands kids. The kids from my heart, not my body. Their empathy and sympathy. Their ear. Their hugs. Their unconditional love.

My husband. So supportive during this tough time, giving me my space and letting me heal the only way I know how. Holding me while I cry and giving me reason to laugh. Reminding me why I chose him to be my husband and best friend.

My friends. Oh, my friends. I can’t begin to thank all of you enough. The support I’ve received, both online and in real life(not that there is any difference in my opinion) has been so amazing. I really think that I’m wrong when I say my luck ran out temporarily because I have all of you.

My sister and my dad. Their love. Nuff said.

The little things? Well, maybe those aren’t so little. Maybe they just got overshadowed by bigger events.

When it comes down to it though, those things, those overshadowed things that I thought were little…aren’t they the only things that really matter?

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