Yesterday I was in front of my house having a smoke. Two neighborhood girls were nearby, very young, possibly 2 or 3 years old, I dunno. Suddenly one of them runs past me with both hands in the air screaming "I love you mommyyyy". About 20 feet down she stops, realizing it's not her mommy. It was actually my wife on her way home. The kid got quiet, turned around and slowly walked back to the other girl with a rather confused look on her face. The whole event put a big smile on my face. It's the little things in life.
Yes, most definitely! I love seeing little snippets of life randomly happening around me. Those little girls were probably adorable! I love kids, and I sometimes regret not having any. Without those little things, life becomes sterile and boring. I also admit that when I have smoked a bit of bud, I tend to notice those little things much more and am fascinated by them. There is a whole universe of things happening around us. Ants busy dismantling that bit of candy somebody spit out, taking the bits back to tiny little holes leading into the ground where ant galleries full of other ants and eggs are waiting. People circling the block for parking spaces, that familiar squirrel using the power line to go from one tree to another, and suddenly, a small flock of green parrots!