People willing to act afool with me during Spirit Week at work and do things like wear tutus all day.
Chris' sweatshirt. That I steal. All the time.
A double batch of blueberry banana bread. I may not be able to make pancakes worth a flip (see what I did there?), but I sure can make some damn fine BB bread.
Sitting on the front porch with Chris watching the sunlight fade across the mountains.
Cups of ginger tea.
Lovely souls willing to listen.
When Chris calls and says he is on his way home with pizza.
Hyacinths that fill the house with their fragrance.
Sitting around the fire pit in the backyard and staring up at the stars.
The gentle music of screech owls and the arrival of two mourning doves and their songs.