I am very lucky that little things can make me happy. This French hotdog is one of my favorite meals that I had in Paris. It was in a spot right across the street from Notre Dame and every once and awhile, my sister and I will look at each other as we talk about our trip and say, "I want a hot dog." I had steak tartare in one restaurant and that was the fanciest meal but it is this lunch that is one of my best memories of our trip.
On Sundays I go to my parents' house for the afternoon. We will go out to lunch, no place fancy, usually some place that my father has seen a commercial for that week, and then we go back to their house and watch tv. Sometimes I will be talking away and realize that everyone else in the room is fast asleep. It is these little things that are endearing about my family and even though we don't do anything big like sing songs around a piano or play games in front of the fire like tv families do, I wouldn't trade these little moments for anything.
Finding happiness in the little things life is so much easier than needing big things. Foodies would be appalled that my favorite meal in a city know for its food was a hot dog eaten in a sidewalk cafe but it is the memory of that day that turns something little into something big. It is the little things put together that make a big wonderful life.
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