Pleasure

There are few thing in life that give me more pleasure than sunbeams lighting up a vase of daffodils on my kitchen table on a Sunday morning. Then of course there's a really good night's sleep after a long bike ride that took us up and down Pittsburgh's scenic river banks. Really good friends. Warm apple strudel for desert. The first smile exchanged between husband and wife upon waking. And I am especially grateful for being able to say at the end of my twenties and feeling kind of old, that I am deeply satisfied with and grateful for my experiences so far. Certainly it has not been a full decade of pleasure, but pleasure doesn’t stand out very much unless you experience other emotions.