There's just something about the little things in life. It hit me as I was going into the store the other night to pick up some emergency groceries while Hubby was at home doing homework.
How lucky we are to have each other. How lucky I was to be able to jump in our perfect little car and drive down to the grocery store, blasting music as loud as I could as the sun spilled over everything, wind blowing my hair with the windows down.
So grateful for everything. My husband, my family, our jobs, our beliefs, our ability to go to school, and the opportunity we have to experience the little things in life, like getting groceries.
Somethings are so little, but they mean so much.