“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most
space in your heart.” That quote from Winnie the Pooh is so true. In life it is
those little things that are so meaningful to us and become our favorite
memories.
Growing up I
remember lying on my mom’s bed as if it was the living room. Every night we
would all surround her huge king size bed as she watched her favorite “novela” not
a good habit to have but she was addicted to those. She would get all mad at
the villain character in the novella as if it was a true story. It was not conducive to much interaction but It left us
great memories of being together watching her favorite show. I
remember my mother even had two channels from Mexico so that she could know in
advance what would happen in the novella. Crazy but she was hooked!
In college I
lived in five places. My aunt’s home, the dorms on first avenue, the Swinton’s
huge house on the upper avenues and the basement apartment on A Street. One of my favorite memories was spending
time with the Garcia girls and planning parties. Or the time spent doing crazy
things to get the boys attention. One time I needed
some ingredients to make cebada, a type of drink I wanted to take to a young adult party so
I made a midnight run to the store a few blocks away. I was on foot. I didn’t
own a car. That was not very smart. The lower avenues is not considered the
safest place in Salt Lake to be walking around at midnight and what was so funny is that when I took this
amazing drink to the party they all said it was different. They never said it was good, or delicious, but different!! I didn’t realize you have
to grow up with the taste to love it.
Another time I planned a birthday party
for my boyfriend at the park. All our College friends came and I felt so happy.
It was a surprise. Another time I
planned a Christmas party and celebration on the basement for a couple who had
just gotten married. My roommate and I loved Michael Jackson this was in 1980 He looked black then. We, the Latinas, danced so much and even did the train It was such a small
thing but for me it was one of our favorite college memories. Those were little
things that meant a lot.
Today I am super excited because my husband and I
have a tradition of watching a show on Saturdays. No particular television
series or show, anything goes. He loves action movies and I love romance or
anything uplifting. I hate dumb shows. We sit together on our couch and look
for something fun to watch. He loves
chespirito and I am the first to admit that it is a terrible show and dumb but gosh
dang it he loves watching it because it reminds him of his childhood so we do
watch a few of those episodes. We always
have our pizza or some treat that we eat while we watch the show so it feels
like a party. It’s such a silly little thing but it is something that he and I
seriously plan our weeks around so we can watch movies together and laugh or in
my case, cry. Such a small thing but it
means the world to Daniel and me to have that little tradition together.
Tonight I am
especially mindful of how the smallest things take up the most space in your heart.
Cherish the small things. Those small things will become the big things. Since Daniel leaves on small trips a lot and
sometimes gets home late on Saturdays I look so forward for Saturdays. I am grateful to have this night to watch our
little show together and eat our bread pudding I made and laugh….such a little small thing but
it fills all the room in my heart. Life is very interesting as an empty nester
that it amazes me how those little things become important to me.
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