I have a friend who always comments that I seem to be able to find happiness in the smallest things. I'm not sure if it's something innate in me, or whether it's something I've cultivated over the years, but as I look back over my life, it seems to be something I've always been able to do.
Saturday was a miserable, rainy day, and I must have gotten in and out of the car a dozen times. And my knee was hurting, and all the climbing in and out of the car didn't help. But in the midst of the usual errands -- drive through the bank, stand in line at the post office, return the library books, buy groceries -- I found time to do a few things that truly make me happy: browsing through the bookstore, visiting the bead store, having a quiet lunch at Subway while reading my book. I spent, I think, $6 at the bookstore on a magazine, and I bought about $20 worth of beads and findings, but all in all, a fairly inexpensive day, but a fun one.
I don't always think of it as such, but I know that it is truly a blessing to be able to find happiness in the small things.