In no particular order:

Weekends. Saturday, Sunday. Husband home. Nothing on the calendar.

Hot coffee with freshly whipped cream. (It has been precisely twelve days since my last Starbucks… don’t I get a key-chain, or something?)

Small town parades. Horses and marching bands.

Meandering bike rides.

Drive-in movie theaters.

Fixing a salad in the backyard.

A country drive without destination.

Ingredients already on hand for a new recipe.

Discovering a new swimming hole.

A Little Man who has finally unlearned the once necessary habit of propping his own bottle.