The other night I got my granddaughter out of her car seat and while I was carrying her into our home she began rubbing my chin. She was grinning and just kept rubbing and rubbing it.
The little things mean so much. I remember how fascinating it was for me as a kid to feel my dad's chin when he hadn't shaved. The scratchy growth at first and then the tickle of the longer hair as his beard came in. Her rubbing my beard and seeing the joy on her face took me back to my childhood and gave me a bright spot to get through another day.
I hope God gave you something to brighten your day too. I'm hanging in there.