Baby, the extra mile is already stretching and waiting, tapping its watch like, “You coming or what?”So lace up your good shoes. Or your ridiculous shoes. Or the ones with the personality. All will do. Make it better. Then make it even better.
Then pause, grin, and make it the kind of better that makes angels nudge each other and say, “Yep. That one.”
Sweat the small stuff—not because you’re anxious, but because you care.
Nitpick with joy. Tweak with love. Straighten the thing. Fluff the thing. Add the extra napkin, the better word, the warmer smile, the tiny unexpected sparkle that says I saw you and I showed up on purpose.
This is holy mischief.
This is sacred attention.
This is the art of doing the ordinary with a wink and a roar.
So go ahead—use your fancy roar.
Love louder than necessary. Give more grace than makes sense. Try harder than the bare minimum and laugh while you’re doing it.
Because fancy isn’t about perfection.
Fancy is about care with a pulse. Fancy is love wearing good manners and sneakers. Fancy is faith that refuses to phone it in.
Now go on.
Extra mile. Big heart. Joyfully nitpicky. Wildly kind.
