It’s easy to take for granted, isn’t it? Especially the small things.
Like bathtubs and quiet hours and good books.
This morning the boys went out for a walk along the Strand while I stayed in our hotel room and drew a hot bath.
I can’t actually remember the last time I had a bath. We only have a shower stall at home, so when we came to the hotel with a clean, white bathtub I knew I needed to make sure to bury myself in it at some point.
After the boys left I filled the tub, boiled the kettle and made myself a cup of tea, put a small lamp in the bathroom so I wouldn’t need the bright overhead lights, and settled in with a book.
Music played on the ipad a few feet away until I realized, wait, I never get this – the sound of silence – and quickly turned it off.
I let my tired muscles soak and my weary soul drink of Ann’s rich words.
Today would be a day I would not take for granted. I would not let it slip by without making it matter.
Small things, normal things, beautiful things.
The boys returned, bounding in with squeals and mommmyyyyyyy! just as I finished drying off my pruned up skin.
I was ready to see them again, missing them.
Clean and grateful I pulled my robe around my middle and went out to embrace my little balls of endless energy.
Enjoying the small things, wholeheartedly.
Q for you: When is the last time you really enjoyed the small things?
Click Clink Five | Five minutes a day, unedited.