This morning I took the first sip of my coffee and felt something I've never quite known how to name. My husband had made it, the way he does many mornings, stirring in my almond milk before handing me the cup. It felt like home. So much of a good life isn't built from milestones—it lives in the little things in life that we're quick to overlook. This is a reflection on noticing them, and letting something simple be enough for a minute.