Let's focus on the little things

Like the warm wind as we walk by the lake, me holding Helena while Franny is pushing the stroller
Or the discovery of Helena's chubby arms on the first day they're wearing T-shirts this spring
The feeling of the sand on my nose because we spend each afternoon at the sand box
The memories of past springs, each with its own flavors
The coffee and tea breaks on coté sud (that's the lakeside, for them fools)
The feeling of safety when we both take positions on the couch to watch another Dowton Abbey episode.


If I could just focus on the little things, it would all be better. You can't lose when you focus on the little things. But I'm a big thing kind of girl, always have been. I hope it changes, lil by lil