Flour, yeast, salt, olive oil. The whirling sound of the KitchenAid as I make dough.
Walking down our steps, laundry basket in hand. Sprinkling detergent into the washer.
Pouring my cup of coffee with OUR special creamer.
Saying goodbye to daddy, knowing we will see him in just a few hours for a lunch date.
Stretching out on the sun-kissed bed as Jack enthusiastically bounces all around.
Sitting on my side of the couch, curled up in my favorite throw, checking my email, reading my sites.
Jack watching Elmo and coming over for snuggles.
Breathing in the crisp air as I sit on the back deck. Jack opening and closing, opening and closing the door.
It's the little things, friends.