Sweet Spot

Sweet Spot 

I've hit a sweet spot.

They aren't so uncommon really. 

In fact, I'd say they are wildly common 

if you keep your eyes open. 

Sitting at my kitchen table with

a steamy cup of hazelnut coffee.

Snow piled taller than my toddler. 

And the air a crisp 

negative nine degrees.

My husband and daughter 

giggling in the background.

And two large dogs

lounging where the sun shines

through our sliding glass door.

Ahh, this is a sweet spot. 

A sweet spot in life.

I dreamt of a life like this

when I was a little girl. 

And so I stopped, 

and smiled.

And took a deep breath. 

Deep enough to swallow this sweet spot. 

Deep enough to never forget.