Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Hump Day Happies
I'm a lucky person. There are a lot of big things for me to be grateful for in life -- my health, my family, the fact that I have a roof over my head and plenty to eat. (Yeah, yeah...and drink, too.) Can't complain about any of the major barometers of happiness, and believe me, they count for a lot.
But you know what? I think the little things are just as important. Being aware of, and grateful for, the everyday stuff can fill in the chinks, cementing the overall happiness with a mortar of contentment.
So, to celebrate Hump Day this week, I thought I'd list (in no particular order) some the little things that make up my mortar:
1. Rain when it's been too dry.
2. Sunshine after too much rain.
3. Licorice jelly beans.
4. Whenever anyone says "I love you."
5. Dirty jokes. (I have a juvenile sense of humor. Sue me.)
6. When TG scratches my back.
7. When I scratch TG's back, and he makes sounds that would make you think I was giving him...uh, never mind. Carry on.
8. Getting a call from my daughter, just to chat.
9. When my son says "thank you," sincerely, after I make him breakfast.
10. Non-spam email in my inbox.
11. When our part-time cat stops by for her treats, but sticks around just to cuddle.
12. Stray memories of good times.
13. The smell of bacon cooking.
14. When there are more reds and purples in the Skittles bag than yellows and greens. (Not that I don't like the yellows and greens, too. Just not as much.)
15. When somebody comments really fast after after I put up a new blog post. (Does that sound needy? Hey, I'm just trying to be honest here.)
16. Snail mail. (The real kind, not bills.)
17. Crisp, clear, chilly fall days, the kind with azure skies and puffy white clouds.
18. The ducks at Great Falls National Park.
19. Chocolate malts with a dollop of whipped cream and a cherry on top.
21. Jasmine tea.
22. Fires in the fireplace on cold days.
23. Playing Relaxed Scrabble (dirty words allowed).
24. An extra cherry in my Manhattan.
...just to name a few (dozen) of them.
How about you? What makes up your mortar?