Because of all the little things
Sitting on the highway, stuck in traffic, blasting music
a woman smiles at us because we made her laugh
Waking up at 6 a.m. to hit the beaten path
running, slowing, stopping,
trying now to catch our breath
Jumping in the lake when it's just too hot to move
Moving to the same bed when it's too cold to sleep alone
Sitting, reading, thinking, underneath the largest tree
Wondering, watching, spying on the neighbors down the street
It is because of all the little things
how awesome life can be
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