The Smallest Things . .

It's strange how the smallest things in life seem to bring the most joy, the things you wouldn't think of, the things we often ignore like bed-spreads. My story today starts twelve years ago with a simple bed-spread, it was warm and beautiful at the time, it was all we had and we felt very blessed. Over the course of our marriage it has begun to disintegrate. It's no longer that warm, it's worn through, thin and beraggeled. Gil and I often cling to each other in the night for warmth. When you moved in bed the entire thing moved with you forcing Gil and I to go to sleep with a death grip on our sad little corner to try to keep the covers on all night long. The end was frazzeled and coming apart the result being that on occasion you would wake up in the night with strings and fluff in your mouth. Our sheets haven't been fareing much better only having one set, they are worn right through, the pattern doesn't even show through anymore.

So when I was shopping last week I noticed that Costco was having a sale on bed-spreads. I meandered through the pile to see if they had any that would suit our room and that we would both like, when I came upon one that was in a word me. It was exotic and rich looking with an asian feel that reminded me of Indonesia and I fell in love. It is very ecclectic though and very strong colours so I wasn't sure Gil would be as impressed as I was. The colours are a deep burgandy accented with taupe, gold, deep purple and magenta. It lookes like it is weaved together with gold thread, and it's like a patchwork of colour. It looks extravagant even though it is not. I picked up some really nice sheets to match, burgandy with a satin stripe running through it and made my way home.

Before showing Gil I made him promise that he would take it back if he hated it and he wouldn't just say he liked it to appease me or to be nice, we both needed to love it to make it worth the few groceries I sacrificed for it. He loves it too. Now we both feel like we are sleeping in a hotel, we no longer have to worry about the blankets moving in the middle of the night. We no longer need to huddle together for warmth from the bitter cold, now we huddle together just cause we're like two kids in love all over again. Somehow our whole room looks different and suddenly we seem happier. When you have something inside your house that really reflects you and your personality, something that is a reflection of who you are and where you have been your whole perspective changes and you discover that it is the smallest things that matter.