The text that tells me if the bus is coming, or if I'll be choosing whether to wait in the dark or take a cab.
The extra minutes to breathe, because baseball practice got moved just a little later.
The stolen minutes of sleep, even if the laundry got started later than scheduled.
The fellow parent, who assures me that the shoes I bought my child will be just fine. Really.
The child who puts away his or her clean laundry on the first ask.
The purple pen, that just makes me happy.
The coworker who says "thank you," and means it.
The hug out of the blue, and the extra one, just because.
Sometimes, it really is the little things...