The very most minuscule of joys: Sitting outside with my dog, my hand on his head, I can feel the small muscles at the base of his ears working to direct his attention toward whatever he sees and hears (and no doubt smells). Those tiny powerful shifts in his focus, not even visible, make me feel connected to him and love him extra.
when my husband takes out a pound of butter... I know dessert is imminent. it's a signal that good things are coming
The very most minuscule of joys: Sitting outside with my dog, my hand on his head, I can feel the small muscles at the base of his ears working to direct his attention toward whatever he sees and hears (and no doubt smells). Those tiny powerful shifts in his focus, not even visible, make me feel connected to him and love him extra.
oh yes someone said the j word
I feel like flowers are nano joy so frequently. Maybe seeing 1000 of them is enough for a micro joy!
Love this! As I read it, I suddenly became aware of birdsong in the background