Little loves? What is that, you ask? Little loves are the little things in life that make me smile, that bring me back to the planet earth I am living on, things that aren’t big, and may go unnoticed, but they are there for a reason. Things that I adore so very much, with such little effort. It was when I was sitting in my living room, last week, in my favorite spot on the couch. I looked up, read a quote that I held hostage in a white frame on a white wall, and wondered why I put it there in the first place. I was on my phone, of course, and for a second.. I forgot what it felt like to read the quotes I caged up on my wall. I forgot what it was like to stop looking at a screen, at everyone else’s life, and how I represent mine. I forgot all of this. And it felt good to remember. With that being said, I will continue to write ‘little loves’ posts, and I will number them. You will read them, and hopefully take the feelings they give me with you. Hopefully, one day, you will write down your own little things list, and we will continue to find the little things in life that bring us back to each other.
There is something about home – something about the smell, the way it looks, the way you make it your own.
My living room is one of my favorite spots, aside from the kitchen. It’s comfortable, open, light, and it’s mine. It has candles that my nose knows the scent of from miles away, a comfy couch that my body sinks right into, a rug my bare feet get to float across day by day (there is nothing like bare feet on a ground – take the slippers off and feel the way your feet hit the floor – trust me), big windows that show the sun, the rain, the snow, the leaves that disappear and then come back to life. There is dog hair to make it just the right amount of home, if you will. There are pictures. Pictures, because they make me feel like I’m where I’m supposed to be. Comfortable and at ease.
Quotes. Quotes that force me to remember the things in life that matter.
It isn’t the living room with all of the so-called perfect accessories and the layout that makes it design envious that matter – but it’s the people who sit on the couch. The people who sleep on the couch, just to spend more time at my place. More time with me. The people who spill red wine on the white rug. The people who read the quotes. The people who look at the pictures. The people. The dog. The fresh air from the big windows. The people.
It is the people that come and the people that go. The people that make the home, home.
It is the people, in that home, that will read the words on my wall; it is them that will stare at the pictures.
That moment when I looked up at the quotes, I remembered why I got them printed to show off around my home in the first place. I remembered, exactly, why I put them in a white frame, with a white background typed in black text. They are simple. They are true to my heart, to my soul. They are words that bring me back when I’m floating into social media space. When I’m panicking. When I’m losing myself. Or, simply when I need to be reminded about the little things.
I remembered exactly why I framed a random bumble bee, my favorite human, my favorite words. I remembered how I wanted to feel when I looked at my wall – where I wanted it to take me. I realized that the living room wall wasn’t what mattered, but what it created that mattered the most.
My favorite piece of paper to stare at on my living room gallery wall: “pray more, worry less – Matthew 6:34”
The little things in life, the little loves. What are yours?