*The fact that my dear Alex and our friend Matt once drove all the way to Salt Lake City and back listening to "Higher Power" by Boston on repeat. This song is on the edge of the genre to which some of our loved ones affectionately refer as ButtRock. When he told me about this I said, "You guys are crazy," to which he responded, "But good-looking."
*When munchkin 1 says "snow" and "nuts" with perfect pronunciation, in spite of her general unintelligible chatter. She then repeats these words twenty or thirty times with relish to show off how smart she is.
*Nights of sleep that are uninterrupted by conversations such as the following:
husband sits up and leans over me in sheer panic: "Hold very still. There is a razor blade."
"Honey, I'm very sure that you are sleeping."
"No, it's between your legs."
Oh, he thinks the pillow is a razor blade (I sleep with one between my knees for support when pregnant.) How quaint.
"No, dear. You are sleeping."
He leans back, still concerned.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, honey. Go back to sleep please. And quit trying to give your wife a heart attack in the middle of the night."
Goes back to sleep.
*When munchkin 1 goes to bed on time without complaint.
*A toilet that flushes with a mere depression of the lever.
*Imagining Gordon B. Hinckley and his dear sweet Marjorie together again.
*Reading a nice light-hearted romance like Mr. Darcy's Daughters, by Elizabeth Aston. I would give it a movie rating of PG-13 since it is more frank than I am accustomed to reading (in my ultra-conservative YA Lit junkie ways) about how much men love bosoms and young beautiful women in general. I liked the book because I had to look up many words, one of which is the current word of the whatever. And it made many references to 19th century British history, which I love. Aston did throw in more 20th century than Austen ever would have, but I still enjoyed the plot, characters and witty dialog of the narrative.
*When friends, relatives, loved ones, acquaintances, strangers, arch-nemeses, pretty much when anyone comments on my blog.