It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all.
–Laura Ingalls Wilder
I find it interesting that the older I get the truer this is! A small bouquet of tulips, a letter from a friend, my husband’s dimples, snuggles from my cocker spaniel, crabapple blossoms in early May…it really is about the little things, after all.
How about you, my fellow fibro fighters? What are a few of the small, sweet things that matter in your life, that help keep you going despite the pain, depression, and fatigue?
“Some say that ever ‘gainst that season comes
Wherein our Savior’s birth is celebrated
The bird of dawning singeth all night long:
And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallow’d and so gracious is the time.”
Apparently, they bring spring?! We woke up to almost 10″ of wet, heavy snow, dreary gray skies, and more snow coming down. Yet by noon or so, the snow had stopped, and the sky had turned a beautiful blue. Tonight, as I type this, I can hear the steady drip-drip of melting snow from the roof over the back door, which is partly open, it’s so warm–38 degrees is a veritable heat wave here in Minnesota, after months submerged in the polar vortex!
It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want–oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it makes your heart fairly ache, You want it so! (Mark Twain)