Simple Happiness
There was an article over at the Huffington Post about the little things that make us happy that will never change. Here are a few I could think of:
-Soft, warm cookies just out of the oven.
-Hot chocolate after skiing or sledding.
-That feeling of new possibilities, a fresh start, on the first tee of a round of golf. (Soon to be dashed).
-A shiny sleeve of brand new Titleist Pro-V1 golf balls.
-Sideboob.
-Standing next to the fireplace in the winter in a drafty house.
-Tank full of gas, favorite tunes on the radio, open road and….
-Riding bikes.
-Opening Day.
-Holding hands while ice skating.
-The roar of the crowd when they come back for an encore, even though you knew they would.
-Adding RAM to your computer.
-Pizza.
-The smell of your girlfriend’s hair.
-Letting it go. Even if you were right.
-A broken-in baseball glove.
-A trusty putter.
-Christmas lights.
-A freshly-pressed cotton shirt.
-Finally seeing that movie they all talked about but you haven’t seen.
-Sharpened pencils.
-Christmas carols on the radio esp. Bing Crosby.
-Rollercoasters.
-The roar of a 60s muscle car.
-The scrunch noise snow makes when you walk on it.
-Brand new wiper blades.
-Old desks.
-The electric sound of the crowd watching the Kentucky Derby at the Caesar’s Sports Book in Vegas.
-Reheated lasagna.
-Mason jars full of nails.
-A really good knife.
-A hand-written note for no reason from a favorite relative.
-A newly cleaned and organized garage.
-Fireworks.
-Maker’s Mark and water.
-Stumbling upon a great band in a dive bar in a strange city.
-A perfectly lit cigar.
-A fresh legal pad.
-The confused way your dog looks at you when you tell him corny jokes.
-The thunderclap sound of the crowd at a PGA event when a golfer drops a long putt to take the lead.
-The smell of gasoline.
-Listening to your 5-year-old nephew tell knock-knock jokes all wrong.
-Reading that book you’ve heard so much about and it is better than they said.
-Pulling in the driveway at home after a long trip.
-The sound the puck makes when it hits the glass at an NHL game.
-Girls with Italian accents.
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