Life is a complicated thing. It is a million tiny moments, both good and bad, that make our memories.
Here are my simple pleasures-
Those involving my son:
Watching his skin goosebump when I tickle the back of his neck, and how he sits up perfectly straight.
The colors in his hair when the sunlight is on it, and the curls above his ears and the nape of his neck.
Stealing kisses and cuddles from him when he is asleep.
Watching his eyes when he figures out something new, and when he is up to no good.
That flash of dimple when he eats.
Those involving strangers-
Watching people when they are completely absorbed in whatever they are doing – i.e. on their phone, in the movies, reading a book or paper.
Making faces at little kids.
They almost always get shy, but the great ones make faces back.
Sharing a moment of one kind or another with someone you don’t know. Just having that feeling that you both are thinking the exact same thing at the exact same time. Very cool.
Witnessing people being kind to one another. This includes opening doors.
Making the cashier laugh.
Sticking my hand in the barrels of pinto beans at HEB.
Feeling my mouth water at the anticipation of eating a pickle.
The smell of old books.
Turning the pillow over to the other colder side when the side your sleeping on gets too warm.
Hearing the ice cubes crack when you pour liquid over them.
Sliding in to clean, cool sheets, any time of year.
The way the mountains smell.
How cold feels in your nose and lungs when you breathe deeply in the winter.
Wet grass in the mornings that sticks to your feet.
Hot laundry fresh out of the dryer.
Psyching myself up to jump into cold water.