You check your roast dinner in the oven and it smells and looks delicious.
Your children are quietly occupying themselves – one is making apple turnovers in the kitchen, the other one is building Lego.
Your clothes smell of woodsmoke from the fire you built together in the outdoor fire pit.
This is how life should be all the time.
Do you have moments like these? Do you take time to recognise them, to cherish them?
They’ve been rare for me in the last 6 years or so, but as I look back at my life, it is those moments of utter perfection that stand out as precious memories.
Like the time my family visited an ocean beach on a stormy day and I stood on a rock facing the storm. Watching the waves crash on the rocks below me, the wind blowing hard against my body, the seagulls’ cries almost drowned out by all the noise, but still audible. My family somewhere behind me on the beach, leaving me alone to my fanciful notions of drama.
Or the time I sat on the top of a rocky mountain, having climbed it with my one true love. Just sitting there with the sun on my back, his body close to me, the paddocks and the bush spread out before us, a farm house squatting in the middle of it all, clouds drifting lazily across a shiny blue sky. Feeling closer to god than I ever had in a church.
Then there was the time on a warm spring morning, walking from the uni car park towards the caf, knowing all my friends and my boyfriend were waiting for me. The sun was shining, the shrubs and trees were green with new growth. It was the end of Semester and I knew that there were only a few days left in my uni life. I stopped and breathed it all in. I embossed it in my memory for ever. Those familiar paths, buildings, lawns. Always the lawns.
Sometimes I try to capture those moments on camera, or with a Facebook update, but mostly I keep them in my heart to take out and remember when things are not so great.
What’s your favourite moment of utter perfection?