Our lives our made...

...of these small hours, these little wonders...*

So, While I'm at the food bank this morning, sitting in the blessed SUN, there was an elderly Asian woman sitting by me, singing to herself in her native tongue. We got to talking, and I told her how beautiful her singing was. Turns out it was a song her mother used to sing to her, they came to the states after the war, and she's lived in the area for 20 years. And then she sang again for me.

I love small treasures like that.



*Rob Thomas-Little Wonders