I really enjoy it when I let another car cut into traffic in front of me and I get that little wave of appreciation in return. A brief, but meaningful connection between strangers.
That’s probably the arsenic. 
Those moments where you see your kid become a good human must be one of the most rewarding things in all of life.
One of our cats, Little Man, considers it his personal duty to escort me in and out of Dreamland. While I am curled on my side, waiting for sleep, he comes and makes me spoon him, my chin resting on the back of his neck. I know he leaves in the middle of the night, but every morning, he’s curled up with me again as I wake.
Although, every now and then, I open my eyes early to find his face inches from mine. Big green eyes right in my face. :eek:
My hummingbirds came back today. Every year for probably 10 years now they’ve come back on Mother’s Day weekend. (Yes, I keep track!) I put the feeder out Friday night and this morning when I opened the blinds there was a little girl on the feeder.
So many little things - a new to me episode of Law and Order between Lennie’s arrival and Green’s departure.
I have a large dog and a small dog. It makes me smile when the small one walks under the larger one to get where he’s going, like she’s a tunnel, instead of walking around her.
The high after a good workout.
When i take the dogs out i sometimes throw the tennis ball. If BoyDog gets to the ball first, he will bring it back to be thrown again. If GirlDog gets out though - well, she thinks balls are cool but doesn’t know how to play with them. She will toss them up in the air, drop it to the ground, bat it with her paws, and toss herself on the ground with it. She looks like a cat with a ball of yarn. Nowhere in the playing is "bring back ball to get thrown again. " so BoyDog will steal it from her when she gets distracted. he brings it to me to throw.
It makes me so happy to watch the puppies play.
Just notice how many of these entries involve living creatures.
probably trying to decide if you’re ready to eat yet.
When I finish a pointless little project, like making one of those scripts I offer (when appropriate, of course.) And, yeah, when my rescue chihuahua is all lovey dovey at just the right time, with that rambunctious happiness. Or when her “big brother” comes in to cuddle.
When people get me small tokens of appreciation, or say thanks online when I’ve helped them out.
When I open a new container and get to be the first to dip into that little whipped peak of butter, peanut butter, cream cheese, or yoghurt. It always tastes better than the rest.
On Friday night, I came home and both my DSL and landline (same company) were down. I called tech support, and they ended up having to send someone out yesterday. They were able to fix the problem and restore service (apparently my neighbor had cut the line!?)
I’ve been walking around irrationally happy all day, because I have Internet service again. I did some online shopping, watched some youtube, and now I’m posting on the SDMB, just because I can!
Accomplishing simple around the house tasks. Today I changed the lock sets on both doors, put some pretty film up (straight, even!) on the bathroom window, replaced the kitchen phone jack and replaced the modem. I even figured out how to use a Dremel without breaking anything or injuring myself. With the exception of replacing the modem, that is all stuff my dad would do, but since he’s gone, it’s up to me. I feel…adultish.
Another awesome happy moment is when Mayme, the very skittish cat, will allow me to snuggle her, even for a minute. Usually, when any human comes close, she freezes up and you can see the fear cross her little face. But sometimes, maybe once a month, I can curl up face to face with her and give her scritches.
For many years, hummingbirds have built a nest in the same spot - the light in our entryway. Sometime it will get destroyed, and then there will be no nest for a year or so, but they always come back. I went out the other day, and I noticed that it was being rebuilt. That always makes my day!
(As an aside - I wonder if these are the babies coming back to where they were born, since Hummers don’t live more that a handful of years. That would be really amazing.)
I have one of those unusual cats who doesn’t know a stranger. She likes to go for walks around the block where our apartment is, on a leash and harness, and she wants everyone we meet to pet her. She blows everyone away, because they’ve never met a cat like that. I’m not responsible for her personality, but I still feel good for taking on the “aloof” cat stereotype. I’ve never met an aloof cat, just some that are afraid of strangers, but people who don’t know cats don’t get that what they think of as aloofness is really more like shyness.
Anyway, I feel awesome to have this awesome cat.
That’s probably a safe bet; Hummers are fiercely possessive of nests and feeders and will take a baseball bat to interlopers.
Mine is coming out of the bedroom in the morning and seeing our new dog laying at the baby-gate and she wags that tail, happy to see me.
A baby falling asleep on my shoulder.
One of those things I probably should get checked:
When I understand or find out something about my brothers that I never knew, I feel guilty. I recently found out that Ed had lots of problems with Chemistry both in HS and college; I’ve helped lots of people with their Chemistry troubles and I never helped him because I had no idea! Rationally I know it’s not my fault, irrationally I’ve been kicking my ass over it since I found out.
But when they understand, find out, or accept something about me that they previously hadn’t, I’m so happy. A few weeks ago Ed told me “I’m glad you’re close but not too close” “what did Mom do?” “she told me about all the plans she had in case you got a job close to home :eek:” “Ah :)” Not so long ago, he would have thought I agreed with Mom’s plans; now he knows I don’t and understands why.
When the day is truly over, the bedroom light is turned out, and I listen to each of my three dogs settle down in their sleeping spots, each with his or her own distinctive moan or sigh.
When I Skype with my 1 year old grandson and he gives the tablet a smooch.
Even though I’ve been in Denver for almost 14 years now, it still gives me a thrill every morning as I head west toward work, seeing the sun come up at my back and spotlight the Rockies rising up in front of me.
My girlfriend’s daughters came up to me this weekend and asked if it would be alright if they called me daddy