Gifts of sunshine.

My kindred spirit sent me a pillow with You Are My Sunshine on it yesterday (Mom’s passing anniversary). This little verse from a sweet song was something my Mom always sang to the kids.  Always.  On the phone, in person, while doing laundry, always.

I have been more emotional this year than most, and I opened the box and cried.  Such a sweet, simple gift, but incredibly thoughtful.

Little things mean so much.

Smile at someone today.  You never know just how much they need it.

Blessings!