A Tiny Moment

I am very pleased by seemingly small things.  The smell of rain in the cedars, the sound of my children talking in their sleep, a sip of wine after a hard day.  These are those seemingly small things.  I say seemingly, because if something pleases you, brings you pleasure, and improves your day in any way, is it really that small?  I had no big moments today, but I had lots of small ones.  Thank goodness, because they were surrounded by moments of grumpy, whining, or all-out-yelling-at-me kids. 

The one small moment that really stood out was after I made Tessie's bed.  I have been looking everywhere for a comforter or some kind of bed spread for her new big girl bed.  Every night, I have been spreading several of her baby blankets out over her, and by morning, none of those blankets are covering her.  Yesterday I finally found and bought her a new quilt at a second hand store.  I loved it right away, it's a vintage floral pattern, circa 1970.  I somehow managed to get all the stains out, and it looks brand new.  After I made up Tessie's bed I called her into her room to come see it.  She walked in with her eyes closed, which was ridiculously cute, and then opened them with a big show of flinging her arms back.  She gasped and said "I love it!" then climbed onto her bed and ran her fingers gingerly over all the flowers.  This was a very small part of my day, a tiny moment among hundreds of others, but it filled me with happiness, and that made it beautiful.