It's the little things that make me smile:
Walking down the street, listening to my brother on the phone as he demonstrates his ability to accurately count from one to one hundred.
Singing silly songs with my baby sister when she's supposed to be asleep.
Laughing at the fact that my professor failed to show up to Friday class. Again.
Watching the sky, waiting for it to snow, torn between excitement and dread. Will it be as cold as I think it will?
Washing the kitchen sink and catching my reflection in it's gleaming cleanliness.
Sweeping the floor and sighing in relief at the fact that my feet no longer crunch through layers of crumbs and chuckling at the fact that my roommate still doesn't realize that I have yet again given up on waiting for her to do her chores and have resigned to doing them myself.
Listening to my best friend's unbelievable happiness and relishing in the deep understanding between us that allows me to share this moment with her.
Making the sticky notes on my computer desktop line up in proportionate order, the exact amount of space between each one.
Seeing my favorite font on a campus poster advertising the Take Back Beauty movement.
Typing all my hours into my time management project spreadsheet and analyzing how I really spend all my time.
Singing along at the top of my lungs to my favorite Britney Spears song and looking back at the days I drove down the highway, blasting 90s pop music from my car's crappy speakers.
Vacuuming under the bed, then celebrating that the entire house is finally clean! Or at least vacuumed.
Looking at the beauty of the colors of the leaves for one last time before the freeze off during the snow tonight.
Go out and appreciate something small, but wonderful.
That's all.
