10. The NCAA basketball tournament. 64 teams, the brackets, the Cinderella stories, the opportunity for low-level betting in your place of work…all perfect. Adding more teams? Unnecessary and stupid.
9. Diet Coke from a fountain with just the right amount of ice. And free refills. I strongly disapprove of restaurants with no free refills.
8. The movie Steel Magnolias. It makes me laugh and cry and features Dolly Parton and some of the best quotable lines in a movie (“I promise that my personal tragedy will not interfere with my ability to do good hair.”). I will always remember watching this movie in college with my friends and taking turns getting to be the one to say Shelby or M’Lynn’s lines. Good times.
7. My husband’s butt. Yeah, I just said that. Uh huh. I’m not going to lie, he’s got a great butt and I am pleased to notice it on a daily basis.
6. My Speedo swim backpack. I used to work at a Speedo store when I was in college (do those even exist anymore?) and amidst all of the other things I gleefully used my employee discount on I purchased a swim backpack. It is black with red lettering, and has a big middle pocket, two side pockets, padded straps, loops to hang your wet towel through and a place to put wet gear. I’ve had it for at least 12 years and it has gone with me to South Korea and has survived at least 15 trips and 6 moves without a tear or even an unraveled seam. I love it.
5. A Chipotle chicken fajita burrito with no rice, extra onions and peppers, mild salsa, sour cream, cheese and guacamole (with a Diet Coke to drink). Trust me when I say that I could eat one of these every single day and be totally happy.
4. The love that I feel when I think about my guys: my husband, my step-sons, my baby boy. I am well and truly blessed.
3. This picture of Miles. Not only is it cute (those cheeks!) but it is a perfect representation of what my life was like at that moment. I was on maternity leave (note the pajama clad legs holding the kid up), breast feeding the world’s most thristy baby (note the milk dripping from his lips. And the gut. And the thigh rolls. And, again, those cheeks), hopelessly devoted to this new little life. It was a sweet and tiring and precious time to me.
2. The feeling of water skimming over me as I swim. There is almost no place where I am more comfortable in my own skin than when I’m underwater.
1. The feeling after you work hard and push yourself physically. That feeling of exhaustion and pride and pleasing soreness. Alas, I find it difficult sometimes to remember how good that feels when I’m procrastinating about getting on my swim suit or my running shoes but man, I love that feeling.
What is perfect to you? Anything you’d add to the list?