Watching my four-month-old stare up at the clear blue sky, then succumb to sleepy eyes and drift off to sleep.
Saying "Good Morning" to a stranger and seeing him smile.
Listening to my (almost) two-year-old giggle with glee at the men in the trees trimming branches.
Feeling the warm sun on my back and the crisp air on my cheek.
Overhearing a conversation between two gentlemen in their late seventies that went something like this:
You keep up the good work.Life is made up of moments. Don't let joy in the small things pass you by.
Yes, you, too.
Hey, are you still playing that horn?