You might think I'm too busy to notice the little things that your little loving heart gives to make me happy. But I never am. And you might think the wonderful little things you do are inconsequential and don't have much weight as far as defining my days go. If anything, Son, I don't think I tell you often enough or loud enough just how much power you have over my world, my heart...
In the mornings when I watch you board the school bus, I know you do your best to choose a window seat facing our house so you can give me one final look and wave at me shyly while I wave and blow you kisses like a mad woman before the bus drives away. I'm not oblivious to the fact that you're getting a little too old for this and that I may be embarrassing you. But the fact that you continue to do this knowing it makes my day means the world to me.
You know I love using your IPad when I workout on the treadmill and not once have you given me a hard time getting it from your possession, not even while you're in the middle of an interesting Minecraft video. Before you hand the IPad over, you even log out and log me in to my YouTube account to save me that tiny step, and that means the world to me.
You are a dream when, after using the washroom, you always make sure to put the toilet seat down 'for Mama'. That means the world to me.
I know you're still not that consistent with this, but when you remember to help me clear the table and place your dishes in the dishwasher, making me feel important and less of a domestic servant, it really means the world to me.
On those times when I let you play outside with some neighbors and you always remember my request of not going where I can't see you, or returning home just when you sense I'm beginning to worry (because you truly know me that well), I promise you it means the world to me.
When we're both busy and you just suddenly approach me and ask for a hug and tell me it's "just 'cos I haven't hugged you for a while" (even though we just hugged an hour ago), it absolutely means the world to me.
They say our lives are defined by moments and that what truly counts are those moments that take our breath away, those pockets of happiness that, though seemingly insignificant, have the power to nourish our souls and make us declare that yes, I couldn't ask for more! I may never know what I did to deserve such a gift from God but I hope the Heavens know how grateful I am, in spite of my complaints, questions and unending restlessness. Everything else becomes white noise, all just insignificant background when your love calls to me and fills my world unequivocally, everlasting.