My Thots

I remember playing that song on the piano way back in 1966.

Little Things Mean a Lot by Kitty Kallen:

Blow me a kiss from across the room
Say I look nice when I'm not
Touch my hair as you pass my chair
Little things mean a lot
Give me your arm as we cross the street
Call me at six on the dot
A line a day when you're far away
Little things mean a lot . . .

Of course the song was written for lovers, but I've always thought the world should be full of lovers. People who love people and all those other sayings that may sound trite, but are also full of truth. Real love is so much more than the sex we see on television. 

It is the love of a parent for a child, a friend for a friend, a sister for a sister, or brother, or any of those people who figure so importantly in our lives.

A phone call where you really listen to what the other person says is a gift. A text out of the blue that says I'm thinking of you is a gift. A drawing made from love is a gift. A picture . . .

In today's world where the wish lists are full of things that can be bought, the most fervent wishes are seldom listed and most often granted by sweet surprises that just pop up seemingly out of nowhere.