Little things can really mean a lot. When I was younger, I tended to go for the grand gesture. I wanted to make an impression, be impressed.

I suppose. I felt that effort connoted love. And now I feel differently. Love is who we are. Love is all around us. It is an endless embrace as easy as the wind. Hardly seen, yet often felt. Even better when you are still and quiet.

I have chased after things, worked toward things, set goals, planned and accomplished. But, what feels the best costs the least in money or effort. And it is often small and inconsequential~~

I am amazed at the people who love me. Who have loved me endlessly in the small details of my life. And the things I treasure keep popping up all around me. A hug. A kiss. A look. A quiet affirmation. A little text. A pixflix flower. A heartfelt apology. A little love note.

Mother Theresa said that she is a pencil in the hand of God writing a love letter to the world. How noble to be a pencil. No endeavor more gratifying than a love note.

She is my heroine, and I hope to love in some small way like she did. No lip gloss, no high heels, no boyfriends-- she didn't need any of it to find love all around her. Just an open heart and a pencil.