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The Little Things

I've really been appreciating the little things this week. Like, watching a movie with Sammy and not being wiggly the whole time. We watched Now You See Me last week and loved it! We were both sucked in.

My grandparents came for a short visit and it was fun just talking with them and listening to their stories. I did end up missing two classes to talk with them but it was so worth it.

Because I was extremely late for my second class and it would be rude to just walk in, Sammy and I took a mini date to our favorite bookstore. He waited patiently while I looked at alllll the books and then said he would even get me one. There were three that I couldn't choose from, so he chose for me. Oh. Man. Such a great book! Then we sat and ate and read magazines. Afterwards, we took advantage of the random sunny day and walked down 16th street mall, just because. We didn't go in any stores and there were some pretty scary people but it was fun. It was just the two of us on a little date.

Simply adding lettuce and sour cream to a burrito makes a whole new world, of deliciousness!

The one little thing I am most happy/proud about is a bit strange. In all those lovely marriage books and quotes and such, they always say if you want a successful relationship, sometimes you need to just give up your pride and apologize first. It's better to do that than to be right. This is something I've really struggled with but last week, I tried it out. It was hard. It felt so, weird. But it brought instant happiness and relief to a situation and made it so Sammy and I could have a fantastic day instead of me sulking over something stupid. Someone on the outside never would have noticed but it was huge for me, and I'm really proud about it.

The littlest line tweaks make all the difference in poetry, and I'm glad that my class was kind in their manner of helping me become a better writer.

The littlest hair twirls or back scratches instantly change my mood.

Little texts from family make me feel reassured.

The end.

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