The dialog in the majority of “West Wing” episodes.
The sound of baseball at your first game of the year, even if you’re breaking your annual promise to not go to a game in April because of the cold
Yes. And why bother with different flavours of Triscuit? (And how do they weave those suckers?)
The appearance of a clear blue sky with a few fluffy clouds.
Shrimp just out of the ocean.
Mayim Bialik pulls a perfect comedic moment on The Big Bang Theory when she pretends to be interested in Sheldon’s dilemma over which gaming system to buy. I have watched this 2-minute sequence over a dozen times, and I laugh every time.
Getting to lie in your own bed again after being in the hospital or other unwanted trip away from home. It’s pretty great even after being on a trip away that you wanted to do.
A moment from Emma Thompson in Love Actually. It’s mostly not a good movie. But the way Emma Thompson responds to knowing that her husband bought an expensive gift, and it wasn’t for her, and it must have been for someone else, and she’d have to lie to herself to pretend it was anything other, but she listens to the CD he bought her, because he’s still better than giving up everything… That was perfect.
There isn’t a word that for that feeling of losing something hugely important, and still keeping the dregs because you love them and need them, but she expressed it. Huge loss and acceptance all in one.
Couldn’t agree more, but for me, perhaps the perfection was marred by the sheer absolute terror of knowing that, well, here is this tiny little person, about the size of a football, for whom I am now absolutely, in every way, responsible. I mean, this little football person can’t feed herself. Can’t move out of danger. Can’t do anything.
Sheer terror.
Fortunately, we all seem to be doing okay. 
Seconded the sheer terror. But it took me a while to really feel anything but fear.
A few come to mind:
a. Standing alone in knee deep powder atop the glades run in Smuggler’s Notch, Vermont. The early morning silence made the heartbeat pulse in my ears sound like thunder. It was transcendent.
b. Perfectly trimmed and balanced sails. You don’t even need to steer as the hull powers through the water.
c. The sound of my AMG motor on start.
d. My wife’s sense of humor.
Sitting near (or in) some rocky rapids in a small river, nothing but babbling water, rocks, trees, and sky around.
Yeah, I’m going to have to go with his wife’s sense of humor, too.
6, 28, 496,…
We went on holiday to the Algarve, a little place called Tavira, just the wife and I many moons ago.
We visited the fish market and bought a load of sardines, prawns and clams. We got back the villa and fired up the barbeque and grilled the lot with garlic and oil and as the sun went down we scoffed them with bread, salad and wine.
The simple things are often the most perfect.
That sounds really nice.
It was wonderful, and we didn’t set out to make it so. We just happened to see the fish, it looked great and so we decided on the spot not to go out that night but just eat, drink and swim.
I’m of the opinion that many things like that, that turn out to be perfect, benefit from zero planning and zero expectations. If you chase perfection you’ll often be disappointed. I like it when perfection just sneaks up on you.
Slices of homegrown tomato from your own backyard, with just a little bit of salt, are about as close to perfection as most of us will ever get.
There is something magical about being alone while you’re skiing. You, the snow, the sun, the trees, a view spanning miles and miles in front of you.
Kayaking can be like that, I kayak on a lake sometimes, and the areas that aren’t developed, when it’s just me, the water, the trees, bright sky, maybe a few dragonflies, it’s perfect.
Exactly. Until the screaming bastards on the snowboards or jet skis ruin everything.