The little chipmunk that ran under the begonias

The wiping down of the counter in the bathroom by someone who was just finishing handwashing

The music from the chime on the back patio

The smell of progress in the form of hot, black asphalt

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. – Sir John Lubbock

The texture of a crisp Pink Lady apple

The “good morning” between two strangers in the hallway

The sound of the sprinkler pulsating as it waters thirsty grass

The call from a husband, apologizing for his perceived inattentiveness

A miniature ice cream sandwich to beat the heat

The pride our son feels after making a really great meal from scratch

The miracle of connection every Sunday morning

The beautiful sound of steady rain in the quiet of the night after a long stretch of hot and dry