Calling my dad on the phone just to goof around with him. Without the context of his near-death only a year ago, it seems like a small thing, but each time I call him and he picks up the phone it's a miracle all over again.
Having a husband with whom I can watch stupid tv shows, clean out the garden shed, or fumble through an aliyah and always, always have a good time. Going on eleven years and it still gets more awesome, every year.
Realizing that our only vacations are trips to visit family -- and actually being thrilled about it.
Having neighbors who are also friends; sharing plants, food, child care, sunny days. Knowing that there are a whole lot of doors I could bang on at 2 a.m. if I needed to -- and knowing that someone might bang on our door too.
Two little girls with distinct, hilarious, wild, kind personalities. They are a neverending source of joy, challenge, and found poetry.
Friends in the computer, both the ones I know in the real world and the ones I've never met. I know it's uncool but I am really, really grateful for Facebook and email.
Sisters, and the prospect of actually getting to see them soon. Seriously, everybody ought to have sisters like I do.
My mama, who is doing a lot of care-taking and deserves a month in a spa/writer's retreat/organic chicken farm, but always sounds delighted to hear me when she picks up the phone.
A house I love despite its flaws and a tax return that should cover the next bout of plumbing overhaul and structural re-girding.
Having enough -- more than enough -- of the basic things like food, water, toilet paper, soap.
The peeping and scuffling coming from the breakfast room.
How about you?