The Little Things

                            

My sister Hannah is eight years old. She is one of the most enthusiastic, energetic and outgoing little girl I have ever known. The other day she was going on about how sad she was about losing her little kitty for her Lego friends. That night she had spent hours looking for it. The next day my mom had found it under the couch. When Hannah came home from school my mother gave her the small kitty and she was filled with joy and exhilaration. She comes running down stairs streaming, “I’m so happy.” I was in my room down stairs doing my homework and I could hear her excitement from all the way upstairs. She came in my room to tell me she found it; the happiness in her voice made me smile and laugh that such a little plastic toy would make her so appreciative. Times like this make me wish I could still be that little girl who was high spirited over the little stuff. It is so funny how such little things make children so eager and as we get older that excitement and cheerfulness over small things goes away. If only we could keep that enthusiasm alive our whole life I think our existence would be that much more enjoyable and fulfilled.