Some days feelings are clouds and emotions that start out small are suddenly massive and choking my day with their fog. Anger some days, impatience others. Utter fatigue for some days. Defeat some days, some days of sadness. Apprehension steals days too and usually is followed by a day or two of fear.
But then some days are just happy.
And on those days, small things make happy. Small things like morning hugs and fast bacon and eggs. Small things like a lovely singing time (lovely mostly because I could just listen), like a speedy and easy math class, like COoperation. Small things like wise advice, like a child asking for help, like understanding. Small things like a husband who washes the floor, like a midnight walk, like a day in the city. Small things like an ounce of sudden hope in the darkness.
And when small things make happy, small things are my big.
