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.