At the end of a busy day with good music playing I sat down with a novel that I am about half-way through with a glass of wine and a plate of cheese at my side, the dog sleeping at my feet and feeling all cozy in my soft robe and fuzzy slippers. I was still warm from my bath and enjoying the scent of lavender from a candle on the table and from the powder on my body. All my favorite relaxers at once. Oh, yeah, and just a tiny buzz from the gummy I had before the bath. Too much? Maybe, but man did I feel good. Good all over.

Then the husband came to sit beside me and I rested my head on his shoulder. It probably doesn’t get better than this. I could probably do this just about every evening, but would it become ordinary? Does one need the crazy days in order to appreciate the great ones? I think probably so. Human nature seems to require that we always desire more or better. Even my desire to repeat that perfect evening is a wish for more, even if it’s more of the same.

When I am content with the current situation it seems that after a bit of time I wish I could share my happiness with someone who can’t be here or wish to be in a place I visited that I want to return to. A memory of a past time sneaks into my mind and I wish I could do that again. I think maybe this perfect time might be just a bit better with a fireplace or a hot tub to finish it off. Perhaps being content is not my natural state. However, I am looking forward to having another perfect evening soon and I will try to just love it and leave wishing for more alone.