Things so small I feel a little self-conscious writing them down, but hey, they're still nice.
Like:
Filling the kitchen with fresh lime scent with a flick of the garbage disposal switch. Or the frugal success of saving vegetable cuttings to make stock.
The sound of the kids playing pretend with each other.
Sitting down all together at a table! A big, beautiful table, at that. I hope I never forget to be happy about this. Going for a few years without one (or space for one) helped me realize their luxury.
Baby smiles, of course.
The small, the quiet, the quaint. I'll take it a hundred times over.
