It's the little things.

 

With each kiss of rain,

each caress of wind, and

each lick of snow,

 

I find peace in my existence.

 

With each ring of laughter,

each sparkling smile, and 

each tear of joy,

 

I find love in my existence. 

 

With each frusterating dirty dish,

each stressful bill, and 

each lingering load of laundry,

 

I find that it's the little things in life

that create and fuel my happiness.

Each day that passes is a day

filled with happiness.

A day living,

is a day wasted,

unhappy. 

 

-Taylor 

 

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