The Little Gift

I got home from work today to find a small little gift bag hanging on the door knob. An even smaller tag had my name scribbled on it. What? A gift? It's only December 1st. Who left such a cute little present on my door handle? And what for?

I was like a little kid at Christmas time trying to hurry my toddler in the front door just so I could find out where this little gift came from.

I opened it. (After R dug right in, thinking it was his. *wink*) Inside there was a little note that read: hope you have a great week! And inside was a new tube of mascara. The same mascara my sister and I were talking about just yesterday when I told mascara is on my Christmas list because I am almost out.

Tears welled in my eyes as I smiled because of her sweet gesture. She knew I had a bad Sunday.


It's the little things in life. It really is.

It's the person that lets you merge into traffic even when they've been waiting to get through the next light for an hour.

It's the person that holds the door for you.

It's a warm bed at night.

And hot coffee in the morning.


I need to be more thankful for the small things. I've been too focused on what I owe or who owes me. When, honestly, it doesn't really matter. It matters more that I was able to help someone and they helped me too.

I admit I have gotten caught up in the woes of money. This time of year can do that to people. And I got suckered in.

Starting today, I am going to appreciate the things, that at the end of the day, aren't so little. They're big.

I wouldn't trade anything for sisters that know just when a little gift means a lot.

What are the little gifts in your life? There are more than you might realize.

Keep Loving.