Hot rooibos tea in a hand painted china cup, gifted by a friend.
Fresh cut lisianthems, lavender, mauve, and pink, clustered in a round glass vase on an old walnut table.
Homemade pizza crust and fresh tomato sauce. Roasted red bell peppers. Portobello mushrooms. Handfuls of mozzarella cheese.
Reading on the front porch surrounded by marigolds and cacti, a milkweed plant, a fern.
Sunshine in the late afternoon dappling a pink wall, a mint green couch, orange cushions.
Sunflowers in the windowsill.
Trips with your husband to Home Depot, to Tom Thumb.
The smell of ground coffee. Reading the Sunday paper. Grilling in a friend’s backyard.
Wine, lots of it. Red. White. Rosé.
Gin and tonics. Moscow mules in icy copper cups.
Just a cold beer.
Steaming, homemade waffles topped with honey and fruit and eaten with a friend.
Phone calls just to catch up. Phone calls for prayer.
A jazzy blues band playing a street concert. Neighbors seated in fold out chairs. Neighbors dancing, falling over with glee.
Bon Iver on the record player. A home with records to play.
Tentative plans held loosely. A camping trip. An airbnb reserved.
Seeing and knowing the Kingdom of Heaven is still right here.