"I love you".
"Walk the dog".
"Going to work...bye."
Even though We think of the spectcular moments in our lives as being monumental...it is REALLY the little things...those blessed little things that mean...well...everything.
Take for example my week. I taught my Belly Dance classes, Read Tarot, worked on new choreographies, performed Reiki, kissed my dogs, did some chores, rehearsed, got to the gym.
But it was my work doing a Medium Gallery and my effort to become certified as a Reiki Master this week that really sounded impressive.
And it was...don't get me wrong...those two events were huge for me. I am doing what a love and making strides and assisting others. Big YES!
But what thrilled me this week was something my husband did...
He fixed the faucet in the tub.
Yes...my husband...that adorable guy who attends as many belly dance shows as he can, who listens as I talk about Spirit Guides and walks through clouds of incence and piles of sequined costumes fixed the leak in my tub's faucet.
It IS a little thing...something that I am sure many of you take for granted...but...my husband never did this before...and never wanted to. But he took care of me...and our castle. He rolled up his sleeves and Googled instructions and made what is probably a little thing...a huge thing in my eyes. He's my hero. He rescued me, not only from drips, but from the concern I had about taking care of just one more detail of my life.
It's easy to shrug off the little things...I guess...but for me...they're even bigger than the big things...