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It’s The Little Things In Life

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One of my favorite sayings is that it is “the little things in life”… most people insert their own version of the ending there. In this way it can apply to so many situations and still have a heart warming effect. I use it when I try to justify my excitement over a cute throw pillow, or pair of flats… “well, it’s the little things in life right?!” or at the end of a long work week a much deserved cocktail or meal is enjoyed and you realize “it’s the little things in life that get you through.”

This weekend in my case it was quite literally the little things, or should I say people, that really made me smile and gave me a chance to refresh, and stop taking things so seriously before another stressful week at work. Every Sunday when I walk in to my mother’s house, like clock work, these two little boys come running to the door yelling, “AUNT KATIE!!!” and throw their arms around my legs. This doesn’t just make my day, but my week, and keeps me going through the next one so we can do it all over again the following Sunday.

This weekend I watched a movie and snuggled up on the couch with the youngest one, while his brother went to Cub Scouts, and I of course fell asleep in the process. (Aunties need naps too!) After much effort by “the little ones” I finally opened my eyes, forced myself off the couch and grabbed my coat. I had promised them an outdoor excursion, and I can never go back on my word. With sneakers and helmets and little pint sized bicycles we took off through the development that has sprung up around our house in the past few years. Needless to say by the time we were done I didn’t feel so guilty about skipping the gym that day. It was a memory, and another tradition to add to our growing list that I hold dear.

Last weekend I took them with me down to the do-it-yourself car wash and they helped me give mine a good in and out cleaning. We then went on to claim the treat they had so deserved… ice cream. Little did Aunt Katie realize that it was 4:30 and our dinner reservation was for 5:30. The idea of “our little secret” lasted only a few days until the youngest one confessed to his mother saying, “we don’t keep secrets from mommy,” and the other one burst into tears in disappointment of our foiled secret. Secret or not, car washes and ice cream will hopefully be a tradition they want to continue for years to come, and cherish as much as I do.

“Aunt Katie… I love you.”

It’s the little things in life, that mean the most.