It Doesn’t Get Any Better

It was eight degrees below zero this morning, but I had an outside project. I wasn’t out too long at any one time, but it was physical and I was glad for the warmth in the house when I could come in for a break. When the project was over, Alice read my mind, and mixed up a batch of our heavenly chocolate chip cookies.

Now picture this… I had a glass of the iced tea I’ve made just the way I like it for decades, a plate of warm-from-the-oven chocolate chip cookies, and I was reading “The Lively Lady” by Kenneth Roberts. I was on the couch with our plaid couch blanket over me. I think I paused in the middle of all that, sucked in some air, exhaled slowly, and realized this is about as good as it gets.

I think we must all be entitled to this feeling now and then. Today it was my turn, and I’m grateful for it. Tomorrow the cookies will no longer be warm, I’ll drink my tea after I’ve brushed my teeth, and so on. But I have a high point to compare with the rest of the moments that will make up my life. Oh, those molten chocolate chips buried inside a warm cookie.

One Response to “It Doesn’t Get Any Better”

  1. Patty says:

    The book sounds good!!! And the cookies sound even better!:-) good for you for allowing yourself to have those moments, Ted! They are sometimes few and far between but in my opinion the ones that make life worth living!!!
    Tell Alice I want that recipe! 🙂
    Love. SIS

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