I think we take for granted, the little things. We expect words instead of paying attention to acts. We look for the opulence instead of the intent.
Actions do speak louder than words. A single picked wildflower can mean more than a dozen of the most beautiful ruby red roses at the flower shop.
I was reminded of this the other day.
I needed the reminder.
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