It's the small things

I was sad a few nights ago, upon discovering that quite a few of the Christmas ornaments that I had collected during my travels did not survive the flood.   After so many years of unwrapping them, I could list what was missing easily.   My mother had not put up a tree in several years and so she sent her Christmas ornaments to us today and I just opened the boxes.   Inside were not only glass balls that are older than I, but exact copies of most if not all of the ornaments I lost.   I had forgotten that while traveling,  I always bought two ornaments, one for me and one for momma and daddy.     What a sweet surprise!  I can't wait to call her tomorrow.