To care means to open the blinds just enough
so my dogs can lie dozing with their coats brushed
by the Spring sunshine.
To love means my heart does little skips when I
look at my wife and she hasn’t noticed I’m
looking so I can see the complex mixture of
browns that blend so perfectly to make the color
of her eyes. It makes me smile.
To be there means to make The Little Kid put on her
Aztec hat, not because it makes her look cute, which
it does, but because it stops her face getting red
and puffy in the bitter wind, even though she looks sweet
with those fluffy red cheeks.
To be at peace means to notice the snoring of the dogs
as they lie stiff-legged in that sun, plush against the
carpet and to smile, again, at the silly sounds a little dog can
make whilst it sleeps.
To be happy means to take all of these things, live
them fully and let them sink slowly into what makes me
who I am right now; a happy man.
To be lucky means that I can tell you about them.Share on Facebook