It's the little things

The other day I was on my way to my doctor's appointment and I noticed there was a carnival in a parking lot.  Not a big fancy, fair-like carnival, but one of those little dumpy ones that you wonder if the machines have all the bolts put in them.  All of a sudden, my heart skipped a beat.  I was really excited that there was a carnival!  I wanted to stop and ride the ferris wheel, but I didn't (mostly because I am scared of ferris wheels (heights), secondly because I had little time, and thirdly because of the missing bolt theory).  I kinda smiled and let myself go back to my childhood.  My parents didn't take me to a lot of carnivals, we would hit the fair on occasion, but when they did, I had such a great time!  I love riding the rides and feeling carefree and the wind in my hair and screaming and laughing and, of course, having a corn dog, cotton candy, and a caramel apple. 

I was kinda happy as I drove home and wondered about other things that made me happy as a child that still tickle me a bit.  Here is what I came up with:
     *  Seeing the first star in the darkening sky and making a wish.
     *  Waking up and seeing snow on the ground.
     *  Watching a puppy being born. 
     *  Seeing the birthday candles on my cake and making a wish as I blow them out.
     *  Looking up at the sky and "seeing" something in the clouds. 
     *  Seeing someone that you love deeply after a long absence. 
     *  Christmas morning.
     *  Swinging (on swings, perverts).
     *  Driving with the windows down.
     *  Accomplishing something that you were told you could not. 
     *  Going to a scary movie.
     *  Lazy Saturdays lying in bed watching movies. 

I am sure there are a hundred more, these are just the first ones that popped up in my head.  It really is the little things.  Yes, a million dollars would make me extremely happy, but so does coming down the stairs on Christmas morning and seeing the tree lit and the presents sparkling.  Or hearing a song that takes you to a different place, a different time.  Or being held as you cry.  Those are things that even a million dollars can't buy. 

Maybe next time, I will be brave enough to stop my car and take a spin the ol' ferris wheel. 

XOXO
Velvet