Last week, in the middle of a few busy days, my son slid the mail pile onto my kitchen island. It’d been bumping around in the farm pickup. My farmer man had plucked it all out of the mailbox right after lunch. Now, late afternoon found me flipping through it.
Smack in the middle was a beautiful happy mail envelope. I was intrigued and delighted.
A bit before my son made his entrance with the mail, I’d opened a text from my husband. It simply read, “I want to see what the pretty mail is.” The lovely envelope caught his attention too.
It felt almost too pretty to open. I admired it before I tore open the back flap to inspect the contents. The details inside were equally as charming. Pink tissue. Washi. Sweet dotted bag. A bit of colored confetti. Tucked in it all were the original art stickers I’d ordered.
Placing it all on my dresser, to remember to share it with my good farmer man, I thought again about the importance of little things.
Beauty delights me. It blesses me. Beauty thrills me soul-deep.
The unexpected surprise of a brown Kraft envelope, lettered with calligraphy, embellished with artwork, stamps, and stickers added so much happiness to my day and week.
Perhaps it feels like the little joy splashes you do don’t make a difference.
Perhaps they sometimes feel silly.
Perhaps you scold yourself for taking the time.
It matters.
From beautiful gift wrapping to slicing up apples for a child’s snack and arranging them with peanut butter, from sending a text arranged with flower and fruit emojis asking, ” How can I pray for you?” to sweeping off the porch for your Grandma, from frying doll-sized pancakes to listening about an adventure, it matters.
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Wow that’s gorgeous! And I love the message!