The Good Stuff

The other day as I was driving I once again found myself hearing a song's lyrics in a way I hadn't before.  I was listening to The Good Stuff by Kenny Chesney.  And once again, it's a song I've heard numerous times before, but for some reason the lyrics seemed to speak to me a little louder this time.

The story of this song is a guy going into a bar after fighting with his lady, and ordering the good stuff from the bartender.  But the bartender says you can't find that here.  According to him, the good stuff is things like "the first long kiss on a second date," or "a new t-shirt sayin' I'm a grandpa."  That's the good stuff.

So of course, this got me thinking about the good stuff in my life.  For me, it's the four tails wagging when I walk in the door (and yes, even the excited barking).  It's the kiss every morning as Tim leaves for work (or when we both leave for work when it's not summer.)  It's that first sip of coffee.  It's the feeling when your head hits the pillow after a long day.  It's the excitement of the first green blade of grass in spring, or the first snowflake of the winter.  It's hearing your baby rustle and babble in their crib across the hall.  It's a good burger fresh off the grill. 

So often we get so caught up in life...jobs, responsibilities, bills, worries...that we forget about the good stuff.  Thanks to Henry, I have a much bigger appreciation for the good stuff.  Thanks to Henry, even in the darkest days I can find a least a little ray of light.  Perhaps it's because Henry is now my ray of light that I carry with me in my heart!