… spending your Saturday listening to your son hang out with his dad and his best friend playing D&D while you read by the fire.
… the first moment you slip into a hot bath on a cold night.
…doing your taxes and having Uncle Sam and his cousin The State Of California owe you a few bucks.
I’m pretty sure Sam’s cousin prefers to be called “The Dude”.
…being able to translate an entire foreign-language homework assignment without needing to use your dictionary.
…that groove when you’re working out, and suddenly there are absolutely no thoughts in your head, just what your body is doing and nothing more.
…hiking in the woods at night as a light snow falls, alone, then returning to a good book and a mug of hot chocolate (possibly with peppermint schnapps).
Realizing that, for the first time in weeks, you’ve woken up and nothing hurts.
. . . the soreness and contentment after an awesome taiko gig with a group of amazing, strong, beautiful women.
Cracking a joke off the top of your head and having your friends really laugh.
That and a good PB&J sandwich with a glass of cold milk.
Also, the glass of cold milk you drink right after eating just a smidge too much of El Indio’s hot salsa or Blair’s Death Sauce is the most refreshing glass of milk in your life.
A really good beer-battered fish and chips topped off with a scoop of pistachio gelato after 11 hours of work.
Standing on a cliff watching the waves of the ocean rolling in and crashing on the beach.