I have noticed lately how small things can send your mind reeling to another moment or place in time. The word "home" is a warm hug to me. The scent of cinnamon makes me feel warm inside, the smell of propane takes me back to Girl Scout camp and even the sound of a lawnmower takes me to a sleepy Saturday morning. I can’t help but feel excited when the word “jump” appears in front of me, can’t help but feel hungry when I see the word “sweet” and I lose all feeling of woe when the word “Disney” comes into conversation. The smell of peanuts automatically makes me want water and the smell of Pepsi always makes me want to go swimming (mostly to wash away that gross smell!), and the smell of mustard takes me to a baseball game.
Sure all these things have connections with me somewhere, somehow, but don’t-cha think they’re lovely little spurts of sparkles and sunshine whenever they pop up in your day and, just for a second, remind you of someplace, someone or sometime you loved? To me, it’s the little things that count…these kinds of little things.
Sure all these things have connections with me somewhere, somehow, but don’t-cha think they’re lovely little spurts of sparkles and sunshine whenever they pop up in your day and, just for a second, remind you of someplace, someone or sometime you loved? To me, it’s the little things that count…these kinds of little things.
