The perfect chocolate croissant and coffee in the early morning.
The pinkish hues popping up everywhere lately.
Talking with my Tootsie and feeling transported back to dorm nights when life was full of carefree happiness and self-reflection.
Rubbing my sleeping son’s chubby little
baby toddler feet in the palm of my hand.
Asking Glenn if he would still hold my hand when we’re old and wrinkly and him responding, “I solemnly promise to always hold your hand.”
I’m still working on my “theme” for this year. I haven’t quite found a word (or phrase) that encompasses everything I want to work on, but I’m getting there. Until then, I figure I’ll just bask in the things that bring me joy.