It's the little things.......

Do you ever stop to think about what you take for granted? Oh, sure there’s the big things like oh….say living in relative freedom. No….I’m talking about the millions of little daily things.

If you’re reading this, you probably already know that I messed up my ankle. I didn’t break it, just a bad sprain, but I’ve been given the obnoxious blue boot to wear (3-4 weeks!) and instructed to use crutches for 4-5 days while I gradually try to put weight on the ankle.

Now most mornings I stop at Starbucks for a triple venti non-fat latte. I walk up to the counter, smile at the cute barista who smiles back and asks how I’m doing. I answer her, order my latte, pay for my latte, and then throw the change in the tip box; still smiling at the cute barista. I walk to the rounded “pick up orders here” counter where another cute barista smiles at me, hands me my latte, and tells me to have a nice day. I smile back, tell her to do the same, grab my latte and head for the door, and out to my waiting car. I’ve taken for granted this morning ritual of mine. As I was about to leave the house this morning it hit me: I’m not going to be able to stop at Starbucks! How will I carry my latte! I’m on crutches!

Do you think if I smile and bat mybaby bluesI can talk one of those cute baristas to carry my latte to the car for me? Hmmm??