It's the little things, isn't it? In the face of the madness and the noise and the confusion, it is always the little things that sustain us most.
It is for me, anyway. And, I suspect, it is for Bud.
As I sat at my desk at work today, an e-mail popped up - from Bud, from school. A first.
i am with miss brown. i going to get pretzels love bud
A pretzel reward. An upbeat e-mail.
The little things.