What was on the wall that day.
First daffodils up. The same patch every year. I don't know who planted them but I send thanks.
A teenager gave up his seat for my mother. He insisted.
New journal. First page. Pen that works.
My father had a tape of my brother as a baby. We listened once. He was a baby. He sounded like himself already.
Cold water from the kitchen tap.
My wife laughs at the same line in the same movie every time we watch it.
My handwriting on a good day.
Folding warm towels straight from the dryer.
My nephew let me read him three books past bedtime. I would have read until morning.
My grandson called to tell me about a turtle. He's four. He wanted me to know.
The man who delivers my groceries asked about my dog by name today.
The bakery had my favorite kind left. They were saving the last one. They know my face.