It's the little things

And sometimes I forget. In the busyness of life, in the ensuring that all the things that need to be done are done, sometimes I forget. Not so much the why behind the doing, but that it's usually the little things, the simplest of moments, that can and do take your breath away.

And some of those moments evolve with little, if any, fanfare. And it’s those simple moments that make up the greater part of the tapestry of our lives.

It’s 8:40pm now.

At 7:35pm. We had said our good nights. The TV was off. The lights were off.  Next stop ... the land of dreams or the sweet oblivion of sleep.  And then I hear a voice say: “I’m hungry.”

And as it goes of late, a little investigation is required to ensure “I’m hungry” doesn’t mean something else.

Hunger confirmed.

The result - an impromptu picnic ... consisting of wheat crackers and aged cheddar cheese, Cheetos, and potato chips.  Presented on side plates. With my mom. On her king size bed. In our PJs.  It was just the two of us. And it was perfect. She waxed poetically, it felt like, on the awesomeness of cheetos... and how much she liked them and were they easily available, because she would like more. We ended up having two bags. All accompanied by ...  a glass of water each.

My mom is a foodie, the 'hostess with the mostest'.  Cheese boards and platters. And exquisite evenings with delectable dishes and creations were her jam.

My side plate presentation was a far cry from thinly sliced deli meats - prosciutto and salamis; an assortment of cheeses -  Aged Cheddar, Gouda, Brie, Blue and Camembert;  a choice of crackers; and of course pepper jelly; artistically arranged on a board. And served with a choice of wines and spirits.  The sounds of music playing, friends laughing.

Over the course of my life, there were several moments like that.

Yet, this one, this moment on a random Tuesday evening ... of cheese, crackers, Cheetos, and potato chips, served on side plates. Accompanied by the background sound of the fan circulating the air above our heads and the occasional car passing by on the road outside ... is the one I will cherish forever.

She’s sleeping now.   And I am filled with love and gratitude for this moment. This time.

Its the little things.

Priceless.