I love that at a moment's notice, my husband was willing to hold down the fort all day so that I could have some spontaneous fun.
Also, as I watched my 15 year old shove an enormous forkful of rolled up ramen with green onions into his mouth, my heart swelled with gratitude for being able to watch such a sweet boy grow up. That I get to call him mine. This very tall, deep voiced, dimple-faced, son of mine.
It is these things, and easily 50 others today that make me think;
Oh yes. This is one of the good years.