Thanks to my little bundles of fur - their meowing and meandering all night got me up way too early. Too much on my mind to get back to sleep, I guess. I am already tired and have a long day to look forward to. I could ramble on here about what is keeping me awake, or I could perhaps steal an idea from a fellow blogger and write about many of the small things in my life that make me happy...at least doing that has some benefit to me, and maybe to you? We all have problems, each and every day, but how often do we talk or even think of the little things that make the happy moments of our lives?
The little things I love:
The moment that I walk in the door from work - the kitties come running, their eyes still sleepy...like dogs, they greet me at the door each day. I talk to them like they are people, asking if they had good days, if they had been good kitties..geesh, yes I know. Don't say it.
The feeling on Saturday mid-day, when my house is all clean and I have nothing I have to do until the next Monday morning. I love looking at the gleaming surfaces of the floors, the furniture, the freshly made beds.
The first sip of coffee each morning is like a taste of heaven. A bold blend of Folgers (so sue me, it's the kind I like) with just the right amount of cream added.
The first look at my grandson, each time he visits me. I see him at least once a week, sometimes twice - but each time he visits, at first glance of him I am reminded what a miracle he is.
The moment I walk out of the service department exit from work and get into my car. Pure freedom.
Seeing my adult children happy. It doesn't happen often enough in my view, but when it does, there is no greater feeling for their mom.
Getting out of the damned pantyhose that holds it all in at work, and into my fading, HUGE, extra-large leopard print pajama pants and faded t-shirt, each day after work. Slippers...hair up, makeup off. I love wearing things that are way too big for me.
The chaise lounge part of my sectional sofa. Climbing in and out of that beige, overgrown, microfiber covered bag of duck feathers is a bitch, but once I am there, pure comfort.
A Michelob ultra (with lemon added) most days after work. The first sip brings about the release of the tension that has built up in my neck during the day.
The feeling of accomplishment each month at work when I get the previous month put behind me, the new month's numbers and entries begun. Even better if the past month was a big money-maker.
Clean, cool sheets on my bed when I am oh-so-tired and in pain. Evenings are so painful for me, that first moment in bed, the pain medications finally beginning to help...pure happiness.
Coming in from a long, difficult, fast walk---when I am able. The accomplishment I feel is beyond wonderful. The sweat of knowing I managed, my leg muscles jumping...awesome.
And what small things make your life happy?