It Is The Small Things That Matter

Saturday we had three married couples and some kids to our home for a cookout prior to the fireworks show on Lake Monona. One of the children, a four-year-old girl, is at our home at least once a day as she lives close by. She asked if there was room at the picnic table next to me and squeezed in. I asked if she would like milk for dinner, and then went inside to pour her a cup.

Once seated again at the table she leaned into my ear and whispered, “Can I tell you something?”

I said, “Sure.”

She leans in close again and whispers, “I love you.”   I smile and ask why.

She responds, “Because you brought me chocolate milk.”

At the very heart of it life is wonderful and so simple.

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