the simple things in life

in a world filled with video games, checking your email/updating your facebook (or twitter, or myspace, etc.) status from your phone, and extremely too much television, it's nice to stop sometimes and be thankful for the simple things in life. the simple things are different for everyone. for the millionaire stock broker it could be the new car he got. for the homeless man, it could be that last twenty five cents he received that gave him just enough for lunch that day.

roland and i started thinking about this world we live in the second we realized we were pregnant with kaleb. we wanted him to not take anything for granted. we wanted to spoil him with love, rather than material things. it's so nice to appreciate something as simple as rain.

my list of my simple things that make me happy..

a clean baby. i love when we take kaleb out of the bath and he is all shiny and new.

a good book. i have recently started reading. i don't read anything deep or mind-blowing. but to just sit there and get lost in this little world wherever my story takes me is amazing. it's a peacefulness that is nice after a long day.

painted nails. doesn't matter if i did it myself, or got a mani/pedi. it's just nice to feel that feminine.

pictures and scrapbooks. i have always been a picture taker, but when roland and i got engaged, i realized i wanted all of it put somewhere in detail. i have a lot of things scrabooked, but doing kaleb's life has been by far the greatest. we love sitting down and looking at how far we have come, where we are now, and talking about where we are going.

all of the days between the friday after thanksgiving until about january second. people are nicer at christmas time. they open doors and they say thank you, and let's face it, it doesn't really happen the rest of the year like it should. i love the music in the stores, the decorations on the street. for myself, it isn't even about christmas eve or day. it's about the season. i look forward to it every year, and when it is all done, a little piece of me is sad.

the thing that inspired me to do this post happened when roland and i were at target yesterday. we were waiting in line, a very long line, might i add. there was a couple in front of us and the woman was holding a beautiful little girl. of course, i had to ask how old she was and i just couldn't stop staring at her. but then i look over at roland and notice that he is staring at her too and has the exact same look on his face as i do, and i know he is thinking the same thing as i am.

"if you want to be happy, be."