Love doesn't come in a box. As I get older, I am becoming acutely aware of the inverse relationship between age and the importance of material things. New and very nice stuff used to top my list of must haves and I went after it: Big house. Mercedes. Rolex with the diamond bezel. Trips abroad. St. John knits...and more. But now, nothing I cherish is for sale and everything I want, no one can buy.
These days, things have been replaced with invaluable gifts: simple acts of kindness and generosity; a call instead of a text; a scribbled love note on a torn-off piece of paper; a charm from my children I carry in my purse with a Bible reference on it; a lingering hug; my husband not hesitating to get me on a plane at a moment's notice so I can be with one of my children; his returning home in the middle of errands to take the dog out so I can sleep in. These things have the same effect on me as does watching the feats and contortions of Cirque du Soleil acrobats: Wonder. Awe. Gratitude.
Whoever said, "Don't sweat the small stuff because it's all small stuff" had it kinda right; but, for me, it is more like, "Cherish the small stuff because that's the stuff that has been adorned with great attention to detail. And, when done in kindness, it is delivered from one heart directly to another."
My wish for you today is to seek, embrace, create, and deliver the small stuff in your life because there will never be a box big enough to hold even the tiniest acts of love.