Confirmed

Confirmed. It is the little things.

My first temp job after college was alphabetizing near where I lived at home. Life was plain, repetitive, and tinted with concern over my future career. I wasn't necessarily depressed, but not happy. My Dad took me out for Panda Express one evening and it didn't occur to me at the time that he did it to make me happy. It worked though- I was feeling so much lighter while eating one of my favorite 'little things'- beef and broccoli it was like magic. During a lull in the conversation I remember my dad watching me eat away happily. He said, "You not like your mom. It doesn't take much to please you." I ponder than from time to time. sometimes I think that's true and other times not. But if it were, then it would just have to be the *right* thing even if it isn't much.

Like tonight. He doesn't know it but I got my favorite 'little thing'. It's private, but it makes me happy. Happy for miles.