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The Little Things
Perhaps happiness
was never hiding
in the extraordinary.
Perhaps it was here all along,
in waking to another morning,
a body that carries us
through another day,
work that keeps the lights glowing
and food upon the table.
It is the unexpected day off.
The first sip of morning coffee.
A song you had forgotten you loved.
Someone answering the phone
when your heart needs
somewhere to land.
A familiar hand in yours.
Laughter from another room.
A quiet evening
with nowhere else to be.
We call these things ordinary
because they happen so quietly.
But one day we may look back
and understand the ordinary days
were the beautiful ones.
The little things were never little.
They were the moments
that stitched our lives together.
They were the gifts
we almost forgot to open.
They were life itself,
gently asking us to notice.
