It is said over and over again (and most often taken with a grain of salt as we try to push through one event in life to get to the next), but it’s true – “the beauty resides in taking notice of the little things.”
I was with Serenity last night. After dinner she was taking time to teach me a little bit of the Spanish and French she’s learned at the ripe old age of 6. She pushes the words out with a cute little accent and a burst of confidence that makes them sound just so.
Me, on the other hand, well I’m completely hopeless. And that was enough to end my night on just the right note that it has carried me happily into today, buffering my attitude towards the small challenges I’ve run into already this morning.
The notion of me being unable to tell her what my favorite color was in Spanish without jumbling the syllables or accidentally sneaking in a French “bleu” had her tickled.
“Okay, just say it one more time Mamie,” she was giggling. “You keep saying it in French when we are speaking Spanish.
So I’d say it again…exaggerating my mistakes for the sake of prolonging her laughter.
I watched her face carefully while she was laughing. And the whole time I drove home I was thinking, “that is what life is about, really noticing the moment.”
And because I did really notice, I can still see her laughter in my mind. I’m smiling just thinking about it.
It was one of the prettiest things I’ve ever witnessed.