Hearing my two year old sing Row Row Row Your Boat and knowing that I'm one of the few people who can recognize it. That makes me feel special.
Watching my four year old sit on the floor stitching a spider on her fabric with oversized squares. She loves to stitch with me.
The way both kids shriek with glee when we show up at school to pick them up.
When my husband refills my coffee cup. Oh, and especially when he's done laundry and put it away without my noticing so it's like clean clothes have just magically appeared in my closet. That makes me smile every time.
When I've been stitching while watching TV on one of those nights when we stay up way too late. I stitch and stitch and then, after a few shows, I sit back a bit and look at all that I've done and run my fingers over the stitches. I love the way the little crosses feel.
When I say something that makes my husband crack up. Also, when I find a silly thing that makes the girls laugh.
The other day I wore long sleeves for the first time since I got my new tattoo. It's a sheep on my wrist. I was sitting in a meeting at work and my sleeve pulled up a bit showing just the sheep's eyes. The sheep played peek-a-boo with me! I was amused the rest of the day.
