The last of the frozen Thin Mints with a glass of ice cold milk
fuzzy felt for bunny finger puppets
the birds sing themselves to sleep in the trees
our daughter roll over for the first time
a full moon coming through the white plum blossoms at night, and the flowers backlit by the sun the next morning. Something about light on white petals is so calming and pure.
the newly-blossomed hyacinths. If purple had a smell, it would be this.