A glance to your best friend that delivers all your inside jokes in one look.
Peek-a-boo with a child on the street.
Buying flowers on the corner.
“This made me think of you.”
The smell of arroz con gandules.
The sound of dominoes crashing.
Grandpa singing karaoke.
Long car rides. Your siblings hitting the notes you can’t.
It’s FTing your dad and listening to him geek about some work gadget.
Cooking for…anyone. Being cooked for.
“Come over beforehand.”
Burgers on a Tuesday. Friends pulling up a chair as they happen to pass by. Lingering until close. Laughing with the staff in their final goodnight moments.
Fresh sheets. A happy plant. Clean floors.
Learning your grandmom’s recipes.
The farmer’s market on Sunday. Catching up with the cheese guy. It’s feeling like we both remembered what we mentioned last week. And looking forward to catching up next.
Leaving cookies for your doorman.
Hand-written letters.
Sandy car rides with one too many people in the backseat.
A good hug. Arm scratches. Hair plays.
A stranger holding the door open even though you’re far. You doing the same.
Playing dogs, playing children, playing humans.
Love is a kitchen island.
What a blessing to be anchored here.
So many of these are the richest parts of life. These are the riches I want!
This brought tears to my eyes and happy wrinkles to my face all at the same time!