thankfulness

When you're tired and hungry and know you should eat but don't feel like cooking, it's just so beautiful to have yummy leftovers in the fridge.

When you need a pick-me-up on the night a tango class is offered and you're the only beginner who shows up so you have one-on-one instruction for the whole hour, it's a beautiful thing.

When you paid too much for a bra that turns out to have defective stitching such that it starts to fall apart and you bring it back to the shop where you bought it almost three months after the fact and they give you a brand new replacement bra without any hassle, that is sweet, sweet, sweet.

When you listen to your gut and stop to ask the little old lady you just passed on the sidewalk if she needs help and she says, "Yes, I could use an arm," and you offer your arm and start walking and she says, "I'll ask for the leg later," and you both laugh at the joke as you're walking, it's a good thing.

When you offer a simple compliment to a stranger in the elevator-- "That's a great colour on you"-- and she doesn't just smile and nod but instead replies with, "I was just thinking what a beautiful woman you are," and you get the chance to wonder if she meant that because she thought you were beautiful your compliment to her has more credibility or if by sharing your thoughts out loud you just gave her permission to make your day, either way, it's lovely.

When you're tired and you get to crawl into a warm and comfortable bed and then sleep until you wake up and you don't need to set an alarm for anything, that's unspeakably delicious.