Updated: Dec 19, 2017
JULY 06, 2015
It’s the small pleasures that bring us the most happiness. What if these little things disappear? The smell of your spouse on the pillow next to yours, his lazy smile first thing in the morning, the little treasures he drops around the house for your amusement— an elegant feather, a perfectly formed acorn, a fall leaf, his sneaky attack from behind bear hugs and the rosy flush on his chiseled cheekbones that made me fall for him in the first place. My life is muted. Dullness nips away at my lightness and joy. Until one day I realize I haven’t laughed in a week, I’m slower to smile and my silliness has all but disappeared. As he vanishes; so do I.