There is a phrase that is so common and I've probably said it myself a time or two; "It's the small things". The more I've thought about this over the last few days, the more it has made me wonder, are there really small things. This is all coming from something that happened this weekend. We were eating lunch at a little restaurant in what I'm pretty sure is the smallest town in America, and then IT happened. My Rylee lost her very first tooth. We've spent lots of time wiggling it and waiting for it to happen on its own, but with a little push of her tongue and a tricky pull by me, the once dangling by a thread tooth was now in my hand. SO SO SO bitter sweet. My six year old snaggle-toothed baby was beaming, smiling as big as the world, and I was full TEARS!!! I'm not supposed to be on the verge of a meltdown, I'm supposed to be happy. That's when it hit me. Maybe these aren't small things. At that point all my Rylee wanted to do was tell and show anyone that she could that she lost a tooth. This was HUGE to her. If it's big to her, it's big to me. Furthermore, these are the moments in life Ryan and I thought we would never get to enjoy. There was a time in our marriage when the visions of rocking babies, putting band-aids on boo boos, the tooth fairy, and playing outside all seemed to be unattainable to us. Two surgeries and a year and a half of fertility treatments later and we were no where close to having a baby. Eventually, in God's timing He did see fit to allow us to be parents and it's things like this: the "small" things, that we don't take for granted for a second. Celebrate with your kids. Make the big things to them big things to you!!! So now for my sweet Rylee, here it is...showing the world her lost tooth!!!
