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Sometimes, the week drags on. When the sun isn’t shining and the toddler isn’t happy, the day can feel like it stretches on forever. When I’m slumping in a heap of exhaustion, so tired it feels like I’m wading through treacle, the little things are all I need to keep going.
I’m not talking about a snotty kiss from my two year old, or a loving message from my husband (although they’re nice too), I’m talking about the other things. The tiny things that I won’t remember when I’m old. The inconsequential things that make my days a bit brighter if I’m struggling.
Spring shoots, bringing the promise of summer…