"I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and
exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know
what is.'" –Kurt Vonnegut
The smell of vanilla baking in the oven.
The heavy weight of children in my arms.
Seeing your name on the return address of an envelope.
Back scratches.
Lovingly prepared food with perfectly aged wine.
The kisses that comprise a love story.
The mountain stars.
Hot chocolate.
The moment an instrument is inextricable from a musician.
Your boston creme pie in the house by the ocean.
Words that craft worlds.
Laughing offensively and ceaselessly loud.
The panicked expression of my newborn evaporating as her
eyes find mine.
The smell of rain.
The Chronicles of Prydain.
An enormous, gentle paw resting on my arm.
Exploring your body for the very first time after drowning
in Newcastle.
Falling in love in coffee shops.
Neruda.
Long, endless summer days without a plan.
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