It is Sunday afternoon and we are having family time at Caffe Fiore on Queen Anne Hill. There have been many cups of coffee had on this hill here with this hubby of mine but he was pre-hubby then and we, pre-child. It was on this hill too that we often asked one another, I think he first: “What was your perfect moment today?”
Everyone defines their perfect moment in their own way. There are no right or wrong answers. Just yours. And you know it best.
My perfect moment today was sitting down to a large round wooden table to a steamy latte, a stack of coupons to rifle through, baby Milo on lap, my mate to my left, and Jean Bradbury’s exquisite oil-paintings keeping watch over us all the while. I was immediately drawn and after reading her blog I can see why – she’s a gardener for one. 2) She likes the poet Billy Collins whom my friend Morgan just introduced me to and 3) She pays attention to the little things. I sure like what Jean sees.
Thank you Jean for contributing to my perfect moment today. I especially love your “Plenty.”
What was your perfect moment today?