It is the small things that make me smile.
Like reading a blog post about the small things that make Mummy Limited smile, and feeling the need to join in.
Like being served by my favourite barista in Caffe Nero who doesn’t even have to ask what I would like. Then to find that my favourite squishy leather seat by the window is free. Only to find an accidental love heart (or Pacman) in my latte.
The anticipation of going to bed to clean crisp new sheets. The cold side of the pillow. And being woken up by a big lump of a ginger tomcat purring in your ear. The windows wide open, the breeze filling the whole of the house. The sound of the church bells on Sunday mornings. Poached eggs on toast made to perfection by my Other Half. Realising that you haven’t finished that cup of tea after all. And of course tea in my favourite cup.
Like turning the page of a new book. Not being able to put that book down but never wanting to finish it either. Falling head over heels in love with a character. Then mourning the end of a book. The smell of a glossy magazine. Clinique Bonus Time. Leopard print ballet flats. Walnut Whips. The remote control all to myself. And unexpected emails that make me smile from ear to ear.
Dandelion and burdock that tastes like my childhood in a glass. Saying good morning to the old man who I pass on the school run. Holding hands. Droopy tulips and windowsills full of daffodils. And apples so tart that they make you pull a face.
Like that first camping trip of the year. The sound of the zip of the tent door. The sun on your back, the grass between your toes. Oh and the feeling of sand between your toes for the first time that year. And falling to sleep listening to the gentle lapping of the sea. The the occasion baa of a sheep.
Every day may not be good. But I do believe that there is something good in every day. Sometimes you just have to remember the small things.
What small things make you smile?