I was walking around the front of the house and out to the chicken coop last evening and, as I passed the front door, I stepped back to really take a look at our home. And, I fell in love all over again. I love the dark gray color with the white trim. I love the old red front door. I love the tall red brick chimney. And, I love the bright new American flag that greets every visitor. I am so thankful to live in my dream home. I know it is my dream home because if I saw a picture in a magazine of what I stood there looking at last evening, I’d tear it out and put it in my dream book!

It’s all the little things I love. And, when I say I love something, my real vibration is thankfulness. I totally equate the two. They say that all these little things are the fibers that make up the tapestry of life, and even though I don’t wax all that poetic, I know it’s true.

As my journey continued yesterday, my thoughts were how much I love the new/old/reclaimed white picket fence that Ted put around our blackberry patch; how much I love my beautiful spring garden; and how much I love my little chicken girls and their beautiful brown and white eggs. And, how much I love my sweet donkeys and how they call to me when they see me walking up to their corral . . . probably just because they know I’m going to give them a treat!

And, those little “love” moments extended into this morning. Feeling the bunnies sweet breath on my fingers when I feed them their vitamin treats each morning. How much I love getting in my Ford Explorer, Dora, and driving her to work. How I love being in downtown Rogers and smelling tortillas frying in the mornings walking from my car to the office.

I could go on and on you know! I used to keep a journal of all the things I could think of that I loved in that moment that I sat down to write. But, really, I found the process to be way too contrived. Now I just think about these things as they come to my mind. I think about what I love about things that I’m seeing or experiencing.

You could try this, too, you know! Remember, it’s all the little things. I love the blue color of that fabric. Or, I love the smell of leather when I open my brief case. Or, I love when I look in the mailbox and my favorite magazine has arrived. Just take time to recognize the things you love. You’ll soon find that you have so many you might not have any time to think of other things . . . especially if the other things don’t serve you well! That could be a very good thing! (Oh, and I love Martha Stewart for turning me on to thinking about the “Good Things”!)