Isn't it remarkable how such "small" encounters can leave such big impressions.
I started to think about all the good parts of my day.
I had time to drink my coffee while it was still hot.
I had fresh peaches and honeyed almonds and plenty of yogurt to share with Tollie.
I had boys asking me to read books, and minutes to flip through a magazine. The May issue, but still.
I had the chance to resurrect Celia's memory with an acquaintance I hadn't seen for years.
I had flowers from the yard on the kitchen counter and friendly texts from neighbors on my phone.
I had a former student reintroduce himself, and I know teachers aren't supposed to pick favorites, but he was definitely one of mine, so my heart just about burst seeing his smile and hearing about his studies.
I had help getting all the laundry washed and folded and put away.
I had the ingredients and the initiative to bake a miniature blueberry pie.
I know flavors of happiness taste different to everyone, but I appreciated the reminder from the guy bagging my groceries to be mindful of all the good things on my plate.
“If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.” - Kurt Vonnegut