"I hope I never tire of
the night sky, of watching
cream make galaxies in
my coffee. I hope I never
grow to be someone who
can no longer see the small
beautiful things." spilled ink
One of the things I like about
being older is the joy I find
in the small things.
-Sitting on the porch with a
friend watching the night
lights turn on . . .
-Ice cream for breakfast in
bed . . .
-An unexpected compliment . . .
-A card in the mailbox . . .
All sweet, small gifts that
make my day ever so lovely!
Thanking the Universe ever
and always!
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