The Little Things

Found myself absurdly happy last night for two reasons.

1) Sixteen-year-old Baby Girl was using crayons to color a science paper.

2) That we actually still had crayons in the house.

Small things, yes, but as this sign says, sometimes small things are big things. In this case I caught a glimpse of her  as a little girl again--and it brought back happy memories of her coloring for hours on end. And I hope, really hope, that she always has a box of crayons at hand no matter how old she is.