I saw a deer grazing on the side of the road. A small doe. She seemed oblivious to me until she sensed me slowing down and taking notice. She looked up, but didn’t run away. I was delighted by the unexpected experience. I continued on my way and as my son climbed into the car, I reminded myself to tell him about the deer I had just seen. First, though, I asked, as I always do, how his class had been and he told me and soon we were engaged in conversation about other things. I forgot about the deer. About 15 minutes later, we had both fallen silent and we were almost home. I remembered then, about the deer, and I almost brought it up. But, as easy as it is to say, “I saw a deer on the side of the road just before I picked you up”, it is not easy to describe how the sight filled me with joy, or why. It was a deer. On the side of the road. Not an unusual sight. Not a big deer or a fawn, not a family of deer, just a solitary run-of-the-mill average every day doe. Doe a deer. A female deer. So what? Or maybe it should be Doe-Re-Mi-Far-So What.
I didn’t tell him or anyone about it. I’m keeping it for myself. A little jewel of a memory about the time I took that exit and saw a beautiful doe grazing nonchalantly on the side of the road, just being a deer, doing what deer do, and it made me so happy for no reason that I can think of. Every once in awhile, I’ll take that one out and polish it up, admire it for a minute or two, then set it back beside its equally beautiful siblings. What small things have filled you with joy?