The word on LisaJo’s 5 street:
It’s the small things here that make a big impression on my heart.
The way he fills the soap dish when it’s empty. Or stocks the bathroom cupboard with toilet paper. Yes, I notice every time! It makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. He gets up with the baby, rocks her back to sleep, and then gets up with the 1-year-old too. He makes coffee and feeds the wild things, and takes them to the basement so I can drink my coffee in peace. Saturday mornings don’t get much better!
Little things are the concrete in our marriage.
And then there’s my small loves. The ones I birthed. Huge imprint, these small people. Or maybe not so small anymore? I’m in denial about some things! My oldest is turning 9 in just a couple of weeks. Um, HOW?!
Small things add up. They grow up. They make me fall in love, and they make me a mother. Is there really such a thing as “small” in marriage or mothering? Words do big things to tiny hearts. Just a tone can set the whole day. Small gestures of love can absolutely set your heart on fire.
Saving up $5 to buy him an orange creamsicle frapp from Starbucks.
Telling me that even if he bought me a drink every day, it would not be wasted money.
Driving home from work, just to pick us up and drive back into town for a family trip to Sam’s Club. Where, by the way, I feel like the circus come to town!
What a big impact small can be.