Some times the small things mean so much......... much more than the big things.
I was missing W badly this weekend.... (between changed plans and a train show - we didn't see each other)
At 7 p.m. Sunday night, the phone rang. W was down the street from me and wanted to know if I had had supper (I hadn't) so he picked me up and we went out for a burger. It was wonderful to have an hour or so talking - catching up - being together.
Yeah sometimes small things count more than the big ones.
2 comments:
It's the small things that mean the most.
The small things are always the best. :)
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