Pizza or Heaven?

Even though life is one big ball of stress these days, there are times, fleeting moments, when everything falls into place and life just seems perfect.  It’s times like these that remind me I’m in the right place in my life.  It’s times like these that bolster my spirit and help me push through the tough stuff.  And, surprisingly, it doesn’t take much to find myself in these moments.  Often, it’s the smallest things that make me realize how good my life truly is.  This time, it was Friday night pizza.  There we were, playing around in our too-small kitchen, drinking red wine, chopping veggies, saucing the crust, and joking around.  We weren’t doing anything spectacular or particularly memorable, but we were having fun.  Our chemistry was undeniable.  And that’s when it hit me, a wave of overwhelming contentment rushing into every cell of my body.  It was a feeling that made me pause for a brief second, just so I could take it all in.  It was one of those rare moments of sheer bliss, all thanks to a pizza-making session.  Who would have guessed something so mundane could transcend into a temporary heaven.  These are the moments I need to hold onto when the craziness of the outside world threatens to do me in, because I can tackle anything if I have more of that waiting in the wings.