blissful moment

I would just like to say that for a brief moment yesturday I was quite possibly the happiest that a person could possibly be.
I was cuddled up in my very comforable bed in Regina, covered in a warm cozy blanket, with my "family" all there. Spooning me was my very lovable, sometimes charming, always hilarious husband. Lying in the space (if there was one) just between our bodies was our youngest cat, Stupe, purring happily. Lying cuddled in my spoon and half asleep was our older cat, Seven, also purring. Ah, so warm, so cozy, so perfect. I kept laughing and turning to tell Jurgen how completely happy at that moment I was. He would grin and respond with kisses. I wanted it to never end. Alas, we eventually got up to face the day.
It is moments like this that you hold on to and save. They keep you grounded, keep you sane, keep you happy. Even in the dark moments there is still the memory of the most perfect Saturday morning.
MMmmmm warm kitties. MMmmmm warm husband. I can't think of anything I would rather do!