Another blogger wrote a post that ended with the line, "tiny pockets of the day hold the most goodness." I love every cute move of that sentence, and as a gratitude and appreciation, her are the some of the tiny pockets of today.
Touching my dog's soft, sleeping body to wake him up for breakfast. He can no longer hear over the whirr of my son's fan, but he woke up happy and grateful for my face and food in his bowl.
Hearing snickers from around the room as we are reading The Importance of Being Earnest. I dress up the text and present it to them on a salver, hoping for just that thing to happen.
Swarms of baby insects on my walk home. In March? in Michigan? When snow still hides under that old blanket of leaves? Brushing them away and smiling.
My son, "We got our Yearbook pictures taken today. Leaping out."
"Awww. I can't believe it. It seems like you just leaped into Kindergarten."
"Yeah. I guess I don't have to go to school tomorrow. I already leaped out sooo..."
Mischievous 8th grade boy laughing. Can't be sentimental for more than a second.
Talking with my husband over a puzzle. Angling my story to make him laugh. He hands me a piece, lets me connect the sections. Our words slip and click into place.