Something I say pretty often is, “I am but a simple girl.”
Usually it makes people grin (always a bonus), but the truth is, I really am pretty simple.
I like the small things, and simple beauty makes me smile. And I can find beauty in just about anything (except for roaches and mosquitoes).
Simple gifts make me happy (although I am pretty doggone stoked about the grill our friends gave us last night, not going to lie). Things like hand-written notes from the heart and Hershey bars pulled from behind a friend’s back because she loves me.
Mama taught me during our lean years how to make a little bit of groceries go a long way. It was common for her to cook a pot of beans on Sunday that had to last all week long. They always did, and I don’t remember ever going hungry. I can turn a few potatoes into a delicious soup, or a ball of dough into six small pizzas. It really doesn’t take a lot to make a good meal.
It doesn’t take much to make me happy. Just knowing I am loved means everything.
A fistful of wildflowers can decorate my world, and a 99-cent pen can make my heart dance. Give me a rainy day and I feel I could fly. A playful tousel of my hair as my husband walks by makes my whole day brighter.
I shop at outlets and thrift stores and discount supermarkets and yard sales and fruit stands. I am happy with hand-me-downs.
I don’t get bent about much. I have discovered that this surprises people who expect me to get mad at what angers most everyone else. I just think life is sweeter without unnecessary anger.
I kind of like that I’m a fairly low-maintenance gal. I truly am grateful for each and every detail of this beautiful life.
Every simple little thing.