I have many ‘special’ moments.
Husband set me the challenge yesterday of counting how many ‘special’ moments I have in a day. After counting not sitting on the toilet because it was still damp (someone had just had a shower and made the bathroom all steamy) choosing to wear a particular top because it was softer than the alternative and not eating toast for breakfast because it was too crunchy all in the space of about 30 seconds, I decided that task would be too hard to keep track of.
But his question did bring my thinking processes to the foreground, and I became acutely aware not only of how I was thinking; in many different layers, words, thoughts and pictures at the same time, but also of WHAT I was thinking.
At one point during the day I was looking at my dog. She is a very cute dog. In fact she is so cute I have to show you some pictures so you can get just how cute she is.