The Smallest Things

I haven’t washed my windows in a very long time.

They need it.

But this one, I will NOT wash.

Every day I see it.

When I leave.

When I come home.

When I am in the kitchen.

When I go downstairs.

When I feed the cat.

And when I lock up to go to bed at night.

“Sometimes”, said Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”

This window will NOT get washed. No, it will NOT.

Gari McGraqw - January 16, 2011 - 4:00 am

Connie,
I wish that i could be more like you,your heart is warm and true, you do the sweetest things just out of the blue, i’m so proud to have you in my life, no one could have a sister thats better then i do,your truly an angle sis. and i love you, your always on my mind and forever in my heart. GARI MCGRAW 2011

Auntie - January 16, 2011 - 4:39 am

Ohhhhhhhhhh…

Connie - January 16, 2011 - 7:59 am

Thank you Gari… you brought tears to me eyes. I think of you often, always have. I love you and am so glad we are now in touch again. What a blessing that is. Thank you for such a touching comment, you see, your heart is sweet Gari. YOU just have to recognize it. :)

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