Exactly two weeks ago today, I began this blog having no idea what to expect. Imagine both my shock and pleasure having just discovered this afternoon that 450 of you have actually CLICKED on my little page of thoughts! I am both pleased and certainly humbled. When one writes, it is always alone in a room with the hope that someday, somewhere, someone might actually read it and find something of value.
My Granny Jo, whom I wrote about in, “Kissing Tomatoes,” and I had a little ‘thing’ we did upon kissing each others cheek: ‘I’m gonna kiss your tomatoes,’ one of us would say. Ultimately, of course, it led to, “I’m gonna kiss your peaches.” And then, when she grew old and her cheeks were wrinkly, I often said, “I’m gonna kiss your little apricots.” Silly stuff–and yet it found its way to the title.
When I think about it, though, it really is the ‘little things’ in life that often make the deepest impressions on us. For the last few years, when my husband gets up before I do (which is often), he makes me a cup of coffee and leaves it on the counter. Even though he has done this at least a hundred times, I am always touched when I see it there. As I pick it up, I can tell how long he has been up from the temperature of the coffee. If it is still quite hot, he has just gone to work. If it is quite cold, I know I am too late arising!!
I have so come to count on this ‘little’ thing that several weeks ago when I went into the kitchen and it wasn’t there, I actually had a quiet little panic inside. ‘Is he all right?’ I worried. ‘Has something happened?’ I wondered. Turns out the machine was just out of water and in his rush to work, he hadn’t had time to fill it. So, thank you for taking a little moment of your day to share a piece of mine. I am presently savoring the 450 little cups of coffee you ‘clicked’ upon my counter. (http://www.helen-hudson.com)