It is the little things that matter,
It is the touch of fingers and the
Shared cup of fresh brewed something,
It is the warm hands in winter cold and
The small bird by a lake that dares to come so close to two people.
It is the little things like
Going out to lunch on a Monday,
Conversations during a short drive home in the 5 o’clock darkness.
But we still have to remember the big things, too.
Sometimes they are too big