I remember reading a quote on Pinterest that really resonated with me…that when I read it, I realised that the small things are really the big things. I have mulled on this so much this week, I don’t know why.
We did so many small, simple things this weekend. A lot of time together. A lot of time outdoors and in the elements. Nothing special or out of the ordinary…hot chocolate and a fire in the forest, a cycle by the coast, a trip to my parents to see an airshow. Each one a small thing in it’s own right but each one actually each a big thing. The things memories are made of and a life together is built. Importance placed on being together, the chat, the craic.
Importance placed on each little person being an intrinsic part of us, who we are. A unit. Each valued and having something to give, to offer.
Loved.
I don’t want to miss the small things, to get bent out of shape by the things that aren’t important.
I want to keep in mind that it’s the small things that are really the big things.
