After 7 years together, my dog still greets me with such love and excitement, even if I have only been gone long enough to take out the trash! In a world so often filled with duplicity and backstabbing, my pup always means what he barks, and barks what he means.
I’m the Anti-Thelma … the best moment of my day is when I gather my stuff and step OUT the front door into a world of promise. Bonus points if it rained last night.
I pay a lot for rent. But, I’m glad I moved into this apartment building. There’s nothing like walking down to the 3rd floor resident lounge and enjoying the complementary coffee. Regardless if it’s a warm morning and I enjoy it outside on the patio or it’s a cold winter morning and I sit next to the fireplace. The mornings are even more perfect when there’s no one else in the lounge and I change the background music to the Music Choice classical music station.
The first sip of beer in the hot tub on a cold evening.
It varies through out the year for me. Right now it’s when I’m in bed and right at that spot between awake and sleep and I realize Im going to actually get to sleep. It’s even better if I know I’m getting four or more hours of sleep.
The rest of the time it’s when I pull into the driveway and shut the car off. All the days tensions slough off, and I feel my body relax knowing I’m done doing and going for the day.
For me, it’s the time when I’ve completed one of my art works. I always stand back and look at it with the feeling “Wow! I did that!” And its corollary, “I’m the kind of person who can do things like that.”
Walking out of work when I know I have the following day off with nothing planned.
mmm
Being woken up by the sun falling across my bed. Over spring and summer it’s at the perfect time of 8am, and I love a natural waking so much more than an alarm.
Finishing a sudoku puzzle in less than average time with no guesses or error corrections.
Sudoku is like a morning jog for my brain.
My son’s “huggy time” before bed, when his strategy for delaying the inevitable is to go around hugging everyone for as long as he can, going around twice if he can get away with it.
Walking out to get the mail with my 2 cats in the yard, singing CSN to them.
When the Firebug gets home from school each afternoon.
^^ Life used to be so hard. 
Life used to be so hard. 
ETA: Ninja’d by burpo the wonder mutt. Gotta be quick around this place! 
Back story- I was widowed. It sucked. I met a wonderful amazing man who wanted me to move in with him. I said I’d have to bring my cats. He said of course, what else would you think?
It’s a tie, I think.
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Coming home from work and immediately (after greeting the dog, of course) removing the bra and changing into comfortable clothes.
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Waking up on a Saturday morning and having a leisurely pot of good coffee (not office swill) and snuggling with aforementioned dog.
Well dang, y’all have made me realize that I have a lot of good moments in my days. I like the cat on my lap during my first cup of coffee, putting on makeup, listening to music as I drive to work, cuddling of dogs, first glass of evening wine, stroking of pasture pets, getting into bed…
But I’ll post the one I first thought of: Getting to work as early as possible and going into an empty office to read.
Six days a week I get up, get ready, walk to 7-11 for a coffee refill, and then go to the nearby bus stop, sip coffee and wait for the bus to get to work.
That’s the moment. Not only am I able and have the resources to do all that, but I myself am a person who can and does do all that, knowing I can and will deal with whatever happens that day.
Taking a good shit.
That’s sweet.