it's the little things.

      I am a bit quirky, always have been. My mom told about these solar powered flowers that dance when put in sunlight. Well, it started with two, I glued them to my dashboard, using well, superglue. I never wanted them to come off. Even if they stop dancing, they still lean when i make turns.  The first day I just laughed the whole time I was in my car. I would turn up the music and it especially tickled me when their dancing went along with the beat. Well I walked into the dollar store yesterday and lo and behold what do I find? A table full of dancing flowers, but this time they are daisies!! Daisies are my favorite flower and so I squealed when I saw them. Apparently these little tiny dancers are quite the hot commodity and when they get a shipment in of five hundred of them, they will often be gone in a day. So, naturally I bought about twenty of them. Some of them to join the other ones on my dashboard and some to spread the cheer. (and maybe some of them to put in a box until the ones I own stop dancing so I can replace them) See I told you I was quirky.
     I now have five dancing flowers superglued to my dashboard. My mom asked me yesterday about if I ever tried to sell my car that I would have to rip them off the dashboard, to which I replied that I would charge more for the car because of the flowers. The silly thing is, I am serious. I will probably never sell my car and if I do, the people that buy it will either love the flowers if I leave them there or if I can't bear to part with them, their will be small cosmetic issues that need to be taken care of.
     I believe it is the little things in life that can bring some of the most intense enjoyment. I have always lived like this. I don't know that there is any other way to live. At times my vision clouds over and I struggle with being thankful and enjoying all the little precious moments that make my life, my days, my moments a gift. Sometimes it takes the clouds passing away but more often it is in those moments that I push my head past those clouds and remain thankful for the little things in my life that make every day a present from the Creator, Himself.

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Anonymous said…
I love to hear that the little things make you so happy, as they do me! The first date I ever went on with james is the BEST! We bought some taco Bell, and we went in the park where he played with me (we went swinging, monkeybars, and the merry-go-round) and then the best thing ever happened.........it rained, and we played in the rain!
November 7, 2011 at 4:48 PM
Destiny said…
that sounds like the best first date ever!!!
November 9, 2011 at 7:22 AM
Melissa said…
Okay, I completely LOVED this post! Everything about it made me smile. My favorite part was about not waiting for the clouds to part, but to simply raise your head above them. I envisioned a giraffe. See what you do to me? ;)

Oh, and which dollar store do I need to visit? You know I need some of these dancing flowers ... um, for my kids, of course.
November 14, 2011 at 12:18 AM
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