It’s the little things...

It’s pudgy flat feet stomping through the house.

It’s one more snuggle and “can you rest with me?”

It’s breathing in your sweet smell as I gently kiss your forehead.

It’s playing outside in the dirt for, “ten more minutes mama, please.”

It’s the little things.

It’s getting rid of the night light but the hall light still on.

It’s braces and changes and watching you grow.

It’s finding a favorite show to watch together snuggled on the couch.

It’s long walks and picnics and quiet time together.

It’s the little things.

It’s making your favorite meal just to watch a smile cross your face.

It’s driving you and your friends around town listening to you giggle.

It’s closed bedroom doors and seeking out special moments.

It’s harsh words and forgiveness all wrapped up in one.

It’s the little things.

It’s handing over car keys as my heart forms a lump in my throat.

It’s watching you soar as new decisions are made and life is taking flight.

It’s admiring who you are and who you will become.

It’s letting you go a little bit each day while holding on tight.

It’s the little things.

It’s love.
It’s sacrifice.
It’s empathy.

It’s the little things.

It’s compassion.
It’s loyalty.
It’s honesty.

It’s the little things.

It’s every birthday and every family tradition.
It’s your first bus ride and your best friend picking you up.
It’s every milestone reached and challenges overcome.
It’s every recital, every game, every graduation.
It’s every smile and every eye roll.
It’s every big moment and moments that don’t really matter.

It’s the little things.

It’s every “I love you.”
It’s every sigh of frustration.
It’s every hug of forgiveness.

It’s the little things.

It’s being your mama yesterday, today and for many tomorrows.

It’s the little things that create this beautiful life of mine.
A life filled with goodness and packed with love.
A life filled with blessings.

It’s the little things.