The Small Things

Today was a long day.  Productive.  But long.  So long, in fact, that I didn't make it home until 7:00 pm.  And because it was such a long day, my back (which had been feeling much better due to suitable application of muscle relaxers) became ridiculously sore around the time I finally got to leave the office.

Needless to say, I was pretty wiped out by then.  Tired.  Done with the day.  Not really in a terrible mood, but definitely not happy, either.

Now, however, I am blissfully content, thanks to a myriad of small things, reminding me how very blessed I am.  Such as:

• The sheer joy of a performer realizing that the terms of his contract were better than he expected.
• The hugs and love from the whirlwind of Romani that invaded my office just before I left.
• The excitement of a co-worker thinking he had heard Miles, and his disappointment to find that he was mistaken.  (While I am not happy about his disappointment, I am happy that he loves Miles enough to feel that way)
• A thank you at the right moment.
• Silence in the car and a highway free of traffic.
• A lucky glimpse of a rainbow, unbelievable brilliant, for less than a moment before it faded.
• The joyous sound of "Mom-mom!" as I walked in the door, and the loving embrace of my wonderful husband.

In the end, it has been a good day.