Do you ever remember to be grateful for the Little Things? Do you even recognize and acknowledge the Little Things?
Today, I went to Bay's school to help with reading, like I do every Tuesday morning. When I got there, the class was just leaving for an assembly, so I ended up not having to read. Bay's teacher just asked me to change out their books, which takes about 15 minutes, compared to the hour I'm normally there. This freed up 45 minutes of my day, that I hadn't planned on. Because my Tuesdays are so crazy with appointments and school, 45 minutes is like GOLD.
I actually recognized this little gift and was so thankful for it. Before I left, I found an old, broken brown crayon in Bay's desk, found a paper towel by the sink and left her a little note on her desk. Nothing much, just something to tell her I loved her and that I hoped she had a great day. I hope that Bay takes the time to recognize the Little Things, too.