Little Things Matter.

One of my favorite things is watching him laugh. His little mind doesn't know of all the big, unfortunate happenings in this world. He only knows what makes him happy now, what makes him laugh. He covers his little mouth with his little hands and throws his head back so that his little body falls to the floor. His little eyes scrunch so that are almost closed completely. He rolls over on his stomach and beats his little fists on the floor and kicks his little feet, unable to contain himself anymore. He lets out quick, little snorts without feeling embarassed by it like people bigger than him. It always amazes me how this giant fit of laughter comes from such a little boy. It reminds me that, as cliche as it sounds, the little things matter most.