One thing I love about getting older is an increased appreciation in the little things in life. I can recall so many times in my childhood driving to the beach or through the mountains and hearing my parents comment on the scenery, and I just didn't get it. But now, a walk along the shore, like I did over the holidays with Michael's parents, or a good sunset are enough to render me silent.
Something I consider to be a treat, particularly during these icy cold days, is waking up in the morning and taking my time to turn the blinds on each and every one of my windows. There's something about seeing light filter into the room and warm its surroundings, about seeing how my home (our home!) changes, that makes me feel peaceful and content. How ironic that even two years ago, when we lived in an apartment, I didn't bother drawing open either of only two windows and preferred to lazily live in a cave instead!
Such a little thing that costs little time and no money that feels like such a gift. Isn't that lovely?