This morning I was lying in bed, trying to extract from the night every last minute of sleep possible, but I was slowly coming to consciousness as my kids began to wake themselves to go about getting ready for school.
I was pretending they didn’t exist for as long as possible when suddenly I heard the tremendously excited voice of my two year old in his bedroom across the hall. Whereas generally he’ll lay awake in bed for a little while till I come retrieve him with a bear hug and daddy snuggles, today he burst out of his room shouting “garbage truck”.
Actually, it sounded more like “garage shuck”, but apparently he’d heard the garbage truck laboring up the hill outside, and just couldn’t bear the excitement any longer.
My 9 year old saw his enthusiasm, and brought him outside to witness this marvel of marvels first-hand.
Now, fully conscious, but not ready to give up the bed, I rolled over and tried to get comfortable. That’s when I found that hidden spot in the bed where the sheets are still cool. It was then that I realized how grateful I am for life’s little pleasures.
In a life of soaring expectations, overwhelming responsibilities, and profound business, sometimes it’s the simplest of things that bring you the most pleasure, if we will but take notice.