the moment the lights come up on a theatre stage and you see for the first time the world you are about to enter
the last page
driving in the rain
pruny bath fingers
reading The Sun
finding a new song that I listen to over and over again, until I can never hear it again
making someone laugh so hard their eyes water
my husband's smile when he walks through the door
coffee brewing in the early morning
starry starry nights
Going to the movies, eating the entire bucket of buttery popcorn and drinking Sprite out of a cherry licorice straw.
the feeling of accomplishment
writing a poem that just flows out, where my brain isn't really present, and my fingers just write
the smell of Froggy's hair after a bath
laughing until my stomach hurts
dark chocolate and raspberries
the sound of leaves crunching under boots
oatmeal raisin cookies
when Froggy says, "ohhhh mama"
swimming - where the world becomes a slower and muffled version of itself
waking up an hour before the alarm goes off and enjoying that next hour of sleep more than the entire night
hearing live music
Law and Order marathons
being alone and realizing how wonderful it is to not truly be alone
staying up late with a friend having a conversation that is just too painful to end, over pie and coffee, and all of a sudden it's three am, and you still aren't really tired.
watching Froggy leap into her daddy's arms at the end of the day
getting lost in a song, dancing like a dork and not caring at all what anyone thinks
canooing and feeling totally at the will of the river
reading an article or watching a play and feeling completely humbled by someone's talent
waking up in a tent, where the air is so wet even the sleeping bag feels like it soaked in a cold bath
opening a letter from someone you love
watching the expression of pure joy on Froggy's face when she plays with her best friend Hummingbird, because I can relate to that wonderful first love you have as a child, where your best friend is and will be the best friend you've ever had.