It’s the little things. It’s a perfect day.
I mean, if I were to describe how gorgeous it is outside right now, I’d use every cliche in the book. My description would be flowery and overwrought, like a Hallmark card or the poetry I wrote when I was 19.
We have a gorgeous Japanese willow in front of our house. The flowers are just now blooming.
I can tell because my nose has been running like a faucet for days. Once the two gigantic pine trees in the back yard start releasing their tree splooge, our deck will look like it’s covered in cornmeal and my allergy medicine is going to be put to the test.
That willow tree, you guys, we should really remove it. The trunk is only about a foot from the house and the branches press up against the window and get in the gutters. But it’s so pretty. And now? On this perfect day?
The blossoms look like they have gold dust sprinkled on them. The clouds look like the clouds from The Simpson’s opening credits.
Told you it would be all Hallmark-y. Except for the Simpson’s part.
Yesterday wasn’t as gorgeous. It was overcast and chilly. But I still had the most amazing afternoon, thanks to two little neighbor girls that I had never met before.
Which isn’t surprising. Randy and I are ‘keep to ourselves’ kind of people. We make amazing neighbors.
I stepped outside in the late afternoon after working for hours in my home office/slash bedroom on a troubling issue. Two little girls, wearing masks and carrying boxes, stopped on the sidewalk in front of my house.
Little girl number one: Excuse me? But would you like to buy a seashell or a rock?
Me: Thank you, sweetie, but no.
Then, this little voice popped up in my head. Really?
Remember when you tried to sell dandelions you picked and carried around in an upside-down open umbrella? What were you asking? A penny? And you sold zero. Which makes sense, because they were dandelions. But still, it would have been nice to sell one or two.
Me: You know what? Hold on a minute. Why don’t you pick me out a pretty seashell and I’ll be right back.
Randy and I both have junk drawers at the top of our bedroom dresser. His drawer has hair ties, bottle caps, and various medicine bottles. Mine has perfume, bracelets, note cards, and whatever money I find lying around the house. I had three singles in my drawer and took them out to the girls.
Little girl number two: We are donating 25% of our proceeds to the animal shelter.
Me: That is awesome! Do you have pets?
Little girl one: I have a cat and a dog and she has a million cats.
Little girl two: We have a dog and four cats.
Me: I’m so glad you are helping the animal shelter and thank you for picking out such a pretty seashell for me. Now, since you have masks on and I don’t, please back up and I’ll put the money on the bottom step. Then, you can get the money and leave my seashell. And thank you for wearing masks. I’m glad you want us all to be safe.
Little girl two: Ma’am, you don’t have to give us three dollars, we’re selling the seashells for a quarter.
Me: I think this is a three dollar shell. And I want to help the animal shelter, too. You both are wonderful and I hope you sell all of your seashells and rocks.
They went on their way and I felt a lightness that I haven’t felt in a long time.
I felt hope. They wore masks because it is the responsible thing to do. They were friendly and polite. They wanted to take care of the animals. How could I not feel a surge of hope for the future?
I know it was just a tiny little moment at the end of so many awful moments, but it felt like a balm. The weather wasn’t as nice as today, but it was still a beautiful, Hallmark kind of day.
I needed this.
I am counting days until I go back to the office. I alternate between feeling anxious and abject terror when I consider my return. But it’s going to get here. It is.
I’m trying, you guys, I am trying to appreciate every day and I am trying to convince myself that I have not fundamentally changed over the past year and I will be successfully cube dwelling in no time.
Anxiety aside, I am grateful for this gloriously beautiful day. I am grateful for the beautiful day I had yesterday.
And I know I’ll be fine. I’ve been fine up until now. I’ll kick this in the ass.
I hope you all are well and that you have a seashell moment of your own. I mean, it doesn’t have to be an actual seashell or anything. Just a nice moment.
Peace and light.