At some point in our lives, little pleasures start to outweigh the big stuff.
As we sat on the porch recently, enjoying the breeze and some wine, The Mister told me he’d had a most satisfactory and significant “Little Pleasure” event earlier that day.
Pray tell, I asked.
He said, that after a long, strenuous and exhaustive search, he had finally found his perfect screw.
After I took a deep breath and roamed through my mind, I remembered that he’d taken his daily trip to Lowe’s.
Sure enough. That’s where he found it. His perfect screw. And not just one. A whole dozen!
Such joyful little pleasures.