When someone says, “what do you think?”
If someone smiles when I walk into the room.
A child trying to tell you something when they are excited and jubilant or when you tech them something and the “get it.”
When my husband reads to me in bed. Especially when I’m not feeling well.
My children all home and at my dinner table.
The Sunday morning Quaker Friends Meeting
Watching my grown sons playing with their 2 year-old sister.
Meditating
Remembering or telling stories my grandparents (who have both passed away) told me.
Finishing a really good book that you wished wouldn’t end.
Getting a good review of something I wrote from someone I respect.
My husband’s enthusiastic support of MY dreams.
Watching children in sports, plays, and concerts or exhibiting their work. Then, seeing their own pride for what they have accomplished.
Making new friends.
Driving through my town. (a tiny foothill community just outside Sequoia National Park. A river runs through it.)
A big deep bathtub, hooked up to a gigantic water heater.
A big huge soft bed with a ton of pillows and a sea of handmade quilts on fresh cotton sheets.
The feeling you get when you’ve helped, but not enabled someone.
Sewing, cooking, gardening, painting, crafting.
Having time to drift all over Xanga.
The smell of the Giant Forest or the Pacific Ocean.
Jumping into the river when it’s over 100 outside.
Having my home completely clean and the family’s laundry done.
Watching a well made documentary.
Waking up from a surgery and seeing my mother standing over me.
Picking, preparing, serving and eating veggies and fruits I’ve grown myself.
Nursing my babies.
Reading The Darwin Awards
Getting my magazines or a package in the mail.
Knowing that my husband will never make a choice without putting me and our family first.
Looking at my daughter and seeing my husband's happy eyes.
I have some physical problems right now that I am hoping will be alleviated after surgery next month. There are times, especially in the wee hours of the morning, when the pain is very bad. My husband, regardless of how early he has to get up for work, will calm me. He does this by rubbing whatever is hurting and talking to me, even if I tell him to roll over and go back to sleep.
In some backward way, even when I'm experiencing physical pain, I find pleasure in his care and kindness. I find pleasure in the intimacy of these difficult moments. I find a deep pleasure in his love.
I Remember
.25 Candy Bars
Puff 'n Stuff, Electra Woman & Dyna Girl, and Sigmond the Sea Monster
.99 gas
leg warmers
the "every six months" perm
going to my moms work one weekend because she was excited to show me the new computer. . .that filled the whole room!
MTV when MTV actually played music,
Show box cell phones
Betamax
returnable bottles
Zip-Around Rag City Blues
Dittos
Rainbow shirts - The rainbow went across the arms and chest.
Combs (or roach clips) with feathers and beads that we wore in our hair.
EDIT
Remember what we had before the new self tanners?? It was called QT or (short for quick tan) QT2. It turned you ORANGE. Not a shade of qorange, but PUMPKIN ORANGE!!! it went well with what Sun In did to my brown hair! I Looked like an oompa loompa!