Heaven is in the ordinary. In whits or in spades, there is always a touch of heaven at our fingertips, in front of our eyes, right under our noses. Morsels of surprise and delight float down like confetti, eager to color our lives with joy and gratitude, if we only pause long enough to catch them. Taking the long way home, consoling a weary friend; bittersweet or blissful, heaven is in the ordinary.