Simple Pleasures

Last night, I snuggled on Joel's sleepyness chair (which I've dubbed so because it's so comfortable, I almost always end up falling asleep in it... I think it has sleepy powder buried in the upholstery somewhere) with the final book of The Dark Tower.  I had a mug filled with hot vanilla mocha in one hand, and a single White Chunk Macadamia Nut cookie from Mrs Fields on a plate, resting on the armrest near my other.  As I turned the pages and buried myself in the final chapters of the story of Roland and his ka-tet, a small part of my mind smiled and reflected on the joys of simple pleasures.

Last night, it was coffee, a cookie, and a good book.  Some days, it's the smell of a lotion I love.  Some days, it's nothing but a good hair day.

In a world that sometimes seems overfull of hard things, both big and small, it seems that the only thing that can conquer the hard things are the big good things.  Those big problems being solved.  But sometimes, I think we overlook those little good things, those simple pleasures that can be acquired, tasted, and enjoyed with very little effort on our part... but can bring so much good to our moods and hearts.

Mine change from time to time...  sometimes a manicure, sometimes just a walk out underneath the stars.  A book I love. An apple dipped in yogurt. A moment of laughter with someone I treasure.

I forget these things. I forget how important they are, and how important it is to see them, and to appreciate them.

What are your simple pleasures?