Somewhere in the last year I lost the habit of noting small, stupid, and beautiful things. It disappeared like most things of quiet consequence; without any effort on my part. I let one day pass without paying attention and didn't even notice the twelve months it has been since I've tried, at the very least, to let the Almighty know I'm still showing up. I've been truant and have missed much.
The good in this is that the small, stupid, and beautiful things want so desperately to be noticed that they are willing to grant another chance.
