Little Things

After lunch today Momma asked me to trim her fingernails. I had been refused several times lately when it had been my suggestion. Today it was hers, so I dropped what I was doing and took care of that request.

As she happily admired her shorter nails, I asked if I could please wash her hair.

“Again? You want to wash it again,” she mildly retorted.

Now that her hair is growing longer, she enjoys twirling the ends around her fingertips, adding a little 60’s flip to her hairdo. So I countered, “Yes, it has been awhile and you’re losing your pretty curls.”

It worked. A few minutes later she was humming a contented tune while I was blow drying her pretty silver locks.

Today I’m thankful that this little thing made her happy for this little moment in time.