The Small Stuff

We always say don't sweat the small stuff and yet we find ourselves always fretting over all the little stuff that does not matter. Yet the small stuff I believe; is what pushes me over the edge more so than the big stuff. For me it is all the small stuff in life that matters to me anyways. Good small stuff and even the itty bitty crappy stuff...

Yesterday I got to go for a car ride to pick my daughter up from school, which was a great treat to be able to get out of the house. The excitement of going to Tim Hortons for the first time in 2 weeks was also quite thrilling. Despite the fact that my taste buds did not care so much for the coffee; I heard the most beautiful voice on the speaker taking my order. My cousin Lisa! I was so excited to hear her voice. Then I got to see the face, the smile, the joy that only she can bring me. I love this girl immensely. Truthfully it was the best part of my day. Thank you Lisa xoxo

So after we arrived home we were found ourselves debating over what to make for dinner and of course I could feel my blood boiling as this one of the small things that frustrates me. Everyone is hungry, no one knows what they want and yet no one will agree to anything.....door bell...... yet another face that could light my world; and dinner is served. Pasta, garlic bread, salad and dessert. No questions asked...it just arrived and at the most fantastic time. I am so very blessed for the people in my life. Two women that I got a chance to see in one day literally changed how I was feeling.

By no means am I saying that the dinner gesture was a small thing, it's just that it changed how we as a family was feeling and it was not life changing but certainly mood changing. It is that kind of stuff that makes my world a great place to be. My husband is a fine example of the small stuff; he gets me so well.....ya finally after 25 years.....but he gets me .....While I was in the hospital not only did he write stuff down for me, he took a ton of photos and while out walking the grounds he would take photos of geese and bring them up to my room. He loves me and shows me with all the small stuff that completes me. He doesn't send flowers or buy huge gifts ....he is the kind of man that lets me be me and certainly allows himself to find joy in all the crazy things I do.

The first day I was allowed out of bed I grabbed my IV pole and asked him to dance the cancer free waltz with me in the hallway. And that we did; he spun me around and I in turn allowed my partner to curtsy. We held each other and slid up and down the hallways dancing despite the chaos around us. That my friends is the small stuff......I love him for that.

Everyday we encounter small stuff that can push us over the edge or bring us back over it; if we so chose to. Maybe life would not be so bad if we let a green light when we need one change our face to that of a smile. Or something else small in nature...I guess for me it is a choice. It is so hard for me to not let the small stuff drive me bonkers without also letting the small things fill me....I sound crazy don't I? lol I am just so blessed with so many little things in my life that I want to share how it changes me. To imagine that another person would in fact take the time to do something for me or even think of me during prayer is overwhelming. Take time to smell the roses....is very true; if you don't like the smell of roses find something else that makes you stop on a dime inhale and walk away happy.....

Love ~Christine~