Like the smell of my son's breath when I crouch down to check on him each night before I go to bed.
Or the way my daughter's hair curls and is distinctively red. And how I can pull one curl down to have it spring right back into place.
The way my husband comes up behind me when I'm at the computer and just knows I could use my shoulders rubbed.
It's the way my dog curls up at the base of my chair each day while I work, and occasionally looks up to make sure I'm still there.
Or how my grandmother's voice is still strong and secure as she reaches the fabulous age of 83.
It's the simple things like knowing I can call my Mom at any moment when I don't feel well and she'll let me ramble on and on and on and on...and on and on and on...
And how my Dad always remembers to ask how am I? How are the kids? How is my husband? Even if we speak briefly on the phone.
It's the emptiness I often feel with my brother and his family so far away in miles, but the joy I get from his laugh on the phone when we speak.
It's a house that smells like warm, fall foods cooking in the oven.
A gentle rain cleaning things off outside.
The Holiday Season.
How lucky am I to have those simple things?