It's the little things that make a happy marriage. It's the little things are missed when someone is gone. It's the little things that make me cry.
It has been very cold here lately. So I pulled out the heavy winter coat to wear to the beauty shop for a much needed haircut. I haven't worn that coat since about this time last year. After my haircut, I pulled my coat on and stuck my hands into the pockets. There was a note from my Ronnie. Not a love note or a personal note. Just a list of farm stuff he had checked the prices on.
But it was in his handwriting. And it was from a time when he was alive and we were happy. A time when my life was complete.
Apparently we had gone to the co-op together and he had written down the cost of some items he was interested in buying. Then, I guess, he handed me the list. A lot of good that did. There was the list of goods and their prices in my coat pocket, not having seen the light of day for at least a year.
Did we need the list later and couldn't find it? I don't remember. Did he have to go back and get the prices all over again? Did we ever buy any of those things? I don't know. This was a little thing. Not even significant enough for me to remember.
But the sight of his writing made my heart leap. And tears stung my eyes. As I pulled it out, I said aloud: "Oh look. A note from my Ronnie. I haven't worn this coat in over a year." I looked around and everyone had that "awwww" look on their face. And I had tears in my eyes.
As I do now.
It's the little things that make up life. A whole bunch of little things.
Awwww.
