Summer in September.
Watching my daughter play soccer after recovering from ACL surgery.
My dog. In a chair, on a walk, in my face.
An unexpectedly sweet text.
That first sip of coffee.
Anytime the president makes an ass of himself (this is an everyday occurrence).
Bare Sparkle Bobbi Brown lip gloss.
The last gasp–fall flowers.
Anytime I get to talk to my kids.