Calling her on her Birthday.
Roses in colors other than red.
The way a fresh-baked cookie bends when you pick it up.
Roasted marshmallows that aren’t quite burned.
Fires that crackle.
When a dog lays it’s head on it’s paws and looks up at you.
Seeing someone enjoy a present that you gave to them.
Tasting the food before seasoning it.
The wine she likes, not the one that is supposed to go with the food.
Milk mustaches.
Leaving work 15 minutes early, and not getting in trouble for it.
Flat rocks for skipping across water.
Fixing the dripping faucet that she’s been complaining about.
The patterns on a just-vaccuumed carpet.
Walking through snow that no one else has ever touched.
Hearing your lover say, “again”.
Crickets chirping when camping.
These are some of my favorite things. For the holidays coming, and the year to come, I wish you all of these things and more.
I echo Zenster: praise from the praiseworthy
Having the beach to yourself at 6am, when the only tracks in the sand belong to the birds
The sound of the waves crashing, the smell of the salt water, and the coolness of the morning breezes
Hearing a song you loved as a child
Having a cool boss you get along with
Waking up refreshed and in a good mood
Knowing a letter or e-mail from a friend is waiting for you
The tiny little leaves on my red Japanese maple
the smell of coffee in the morning
the sound of falling rain
the way fall smells, and how the leaves crunch underfoot
that total silence after the first snowfall
his shirt, which still smells like him
the sheer exuberant joy of a child
hugs where both of your hearts beat together
that one singular moment
that musty, old-book smell
moonlight
tears of joy