It's the Small Things

Yesterday my daughter emptied the dishwasher. Not once, but twice.

You'd think this wouldn't be such a big deal--kids should empty the dishwasher. Isn't that why we had them?

But the big deal is that both times she did it without my asking. That makes a mama's heart smile. Especially a mama whose love language is acts of service. She has no idea what that small thing meant to me.

Another "small thing" in my life occurs almost every morning around 5:30 when B leaves for work. (He usually works out at the gym at his office in order to avoid traffic, which is why the 5:30 a.m. thing comes into play.) After he's collected all of this things and is just about ready to walk out the door, he walks over to my side of the bed and kisses me on the forehead.

He thinks I'm sleeping.

Sometimes I'll mumble "I love you. Have a good day," under my very tired breath. But usually I just savor the moment.

I don't know when this little habit of his began--I think it was a few years ago--but now it's a habit, and I love it. B's tender way of saying good-bye each morning is a small thing, for sure, but it's huge to me. It's his little reminder to both himself and to me that he loves his wife. And his wife loves him.

Today I'm thankful for the small things in my life.

How about you? What small things are you thankful for?