I enjoy some simple pleasures
a quiet morning with coffee and the newspaper
putting on a soft t-shirt
listening to Jack Johnson’s warm beat
while working in the cold
working up a sweat
the satisfaction of a job well done
the way my baby’s face lights up when I come home from work
the trill of the cat greeting me from his sunny corner
the feeling of my wife’s hand in mine
the way my jeans feel when I’m packing
the music of my lover’s laughter
that final wipe of the kitchen counter
the freckles on my daughter’s face that are an echo of my own
taking words out of my head and putting them down on the page
the warm comfort of my bed
slipping to sleep
knowing when I wake
my loves will be waiting for me
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You’re rich, love, with happiness. And that’s a beautiful thing.
Simple pleasures are the most enjoyable sometimes. I can relate with some of the same, I love putting on clothes fresh out of the dryer on a cold day, mm…
beautiful.
All wonderful yet so simple pleasures
Beautiful
Wonderful and something I don’t do enough. Thanks for the reminder.