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Posted by Sherry Roit on Wednesday, June 10, 2015 Under: Personal



This may be brief, but it will be light and happy, because we can all use some help with that sometimes, yes?

What makes you smile? I mean the little things, because those are the things that matter most. The things we should never let pass us by without notice. What makes you smile, always, every time you think of it, or see it? What gives you peace? The warm fuzzies? 

Some of mine:

The way his scent lingers on my skin long after he's gone.

The constant zen sound of an ocean, that taste of salt in the air, and a seagull's cry.

Wet between my toes.

That scent that lets you know it's going to rain.

His touch.

Fresh cut grass.

The crunch of leaves in fall and the first whiff of a fireplace.

Dragonflies hovering.

Whispers in my ear.

Loki cuddles.

The perfect pizza.

THAT text.

The moon on the water, reflected as full and pregnant in the sky...

While sitting on a park bench, under an arm.

Make your lists. Add constantly. This is just a sample of mine. It grows as I think of old things, and notice new things and how they make me feel.


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Favorites

Posted by Sherry Roit on Wednesday, June 10, 2015 Under: Personal



This may be brief, but it will be light and happy, because we can all use some help with that sometimes, yes?

What makes you smile? I mean the little things, because those are the things that matter most. The things we should never let pass us by without notice. What makes you smile, always, every time you think of it, or see it? What gives you peace? The warm fuzzies? 

Some of mine:

The way his scent lingers on my skin long after he's gone.

The constant zen sound of an ocean, that taste of salt in the air, and a seagull's cry.

Wet between my toes.

That scent that lets you know it's going to rain.

His touch.

Fresh cut grass.

The crunch of leaves in fall and the first whiff of a fireplace.

Dragonflies hovering.

Whispers in my ear.

Loki cuddles.

The perfect pizza.

THAT text.

The moon on the water, reflected as full and pregnant in the sky...

While sitting on a park bench, under an arm.

Make your lists. Add constantly. This is just a sample of mine. It grows as I think of old things, and notice new things and how they make me feel.


In : Personal 


Tags: favorites 
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