I was thinking yesterday about that place, that place where we want to live all the time. I call mine the happy place. It’s in my dreams.
I want to take note of what brings me to this place… just in case I forget. (My memory is so bad now, will this change? I so hope so!@!)
- it’s licking the spoon after making chocolate mousse or fresh whip cream
- after a long day – collapsing into bed
- fresh sheets
- the smell of jasmine while walking on the street
- watching my son concentrate on a new skill
- finding and drinking the perfect cup of coffee-not an easy task to accomplish these days
- a salami sandwhich with shredded lettuce and tomatoes
- warm sand below my feet
- a walk with my dog
- listening to my husband articulate a word that is wrong
I am going to leave room to come back too!