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.