Waking up with the sun.  Having Sunday dinners with my family.  Reading a good book with a cup of coffee.  Going for a long walk with my camera.  Sitting with my nephew in my lap.  Singing the Wicked soundtrack, especially with my Daddy.  Resting in the embrace of those who know me well.  Taking power naps.  Eating tacos after a late night dancing.  Surprising and being surprised by my friends.  Wiggling my toes in the sand.  Strolling through the farmers’ market.  Discovering a new place.  Talking and hearing about my God.  Eating fruit straight from the tree or vegetables from the garden.  Reading old journal entries.  Riding a bike.  Finishing a new blog entry.  Making cards.  De-boarding airplanes.  Building things.  Sitting by the water with friends at night.  Watching my students perform.  Laughing until my abs hate me.  Sitting with families in kitchens.  Playing with little niños in México.  Dancing with my hair down.  Hearing my mom, brothers, and grandmas say, ” I love you.”  Eating breakfast in my pajamas.  Sending and receiving mail.  Getting sweaty, preferably with the music on high and/or with a ball of some sort.  Having spontaneous sleepovers at friends’ apartments.  Cooking for others.  Going to bed knowing that today counted for eternity.