Really good measuring cups.
A bowl of pasta with butter and a dash of salt.
My grandmother and my daughter laughing together.
Potholders that have not yet been burned and stained.
When my kids leave for school.
When they come back home again.
The sound of wind chimes.
Ken’s Sweet Vidalia Onion salad dressing.
The sound of a boiling pot.
An empty dishwasher.
My cold feet pressed against my warm husband (though I doubt he finds it quite as satisfying).
A good rainstorm.
The end of a good rainstorm.
What about you?