Small matters.

The biggest love often comes in the smallest form.

The one who waits by the door.Who knows your footsteps before you reach it.Who asks for so little and gives you everything.

That kind of love deserves the same care you give yourself.

So we think about the small things.The weight of a buckle.The warmth of a coat when it rains.A place that feels like home, wherever the two of you happen to be.

Not because the dog will notice.Because the bond will.

The small things were never small.They are where the love lives.