The Little Things

Sometimes I get to the end of the day and realize I did nothing exciting all day. It was just one of those days: get up, get dressed, go to work, come home, run errands, eat dinner, read a book, and go to bed. Boring. But sometimes I remember all the little things that made the day worth getting up for. Take today, for example. I'm getting over a cold and my voice is almost completely gone, but:

• On my way to work I made it over all four sets of train tracks before the lights started flashing.
• I had a Sesame Street band-aid to put on my finger after I got a paper cut.
• I finished a part of a project (hey, it's a big project).
• A funny e-mail from a friend came at just the right moment, when the day was starting to feel like it just might go on forever.
• The sun was shining as I drove out of the parking garage, so I put on my sunglasses, turned on "Beautiful Day," and pretended I was really making a break for it.
• I had strawberries with my dinner.
• My home teachers did not show up unannounced after I had changed into my pajamas, and as it's the last week of the month, there was a good possibility that could have happened.

See, even if it is the big things that make life spectacular, it's the little things that make it nice to be alive every day, even on days when you sound like a sick duck.