Cozy hand knit socks bought from a woman in a little village high in the swiss alps, mon amour chuckling as he reads, stirring up some goodness, the scent of muffins baking, a friend's sweet baby granddaughter laughing, finding the perfect parking spot, walking in the sun along English Bay, afternoon tea by the fire, lighting the candles and opening the wine, toasting our new friends and their first five days in Canada, easing into a lavender bath...I love Sundays
