I woke up this morning with my mom yelling, “COME DOWNSTAIRS I HAVE A SURPRISE FOR YOU I’VE BEEN WORKING ON IT FOR MONTHS!”
The surprise was that she gathered up all my Star Wars Christmas ornaments and put them on a silver Christmas tree for me. :’) It’s beautiful. And every time I think about it I get really happy because she didn’t have to do it. She didn’t have to think of me. And yet she did.
The small things make me the happiest. When people think about you and remember you during their day (“Hey, Twizzlers are on sale! Such and such likes Twizzlers, I’ll pick them up a bag!” or “This stuffed animal is really cute and reminds me of such and such, I’d bet they’d like it!” or “Oh wow, I know such and such has been wanting this video game and now it’s here in this store and there’s only one left, so I should buy it!”) and it just really makes me happy.
Like, really happy. Ridiculously happy. When people do little things for me (sending me text messages randomly with phrases like “hey! I love you!” or “hey, hope your day is going awesomely!”, telling me I look nice, bringing me my favorite candy when I’ve had a bad day) I just get so appreciative and overwhelmed with happiness, it’s crazy. It’s not the Twizzlers (I do love Twizzlers) that make me happy. It’s the fact that someone thought of me and was nice enough to do something for me out of the blue that would make me happy.
It’s amazing.
Ignoring the bluriness of the pictures (I was excited), here is my Star Wars themed Christmas tree. It sits next to my computer desk downstairs and I look over at it and smile. My mom even took the time out to paint jingle bells green and attach foam ears and draw on smiles to make Yoda jingle bells.
I’m so happy over something as simple as a tree.
