Last night I had a moment of utter contentment. It was about midnight, and I had made my sleepy but thirsty way down the stairs from our bedroom to the kitchen for something cold and wet. From the fridge I pulled out a box of apple juice, poured the thin, yellow liquid to the brim of a small glass, tilted my head back, and let the first drops hit my tongue. Perfection. I let a little more juice in, felt it swirl around my mouth, cooling it, then slip smoothly down my throat. It might as well have been nectar of the gods. I realized that there was nothing else in the entire world I would rather be drinking. In that moment, I had everything I could possibly want or need. It felt so good, and so rare. I finished my little bit of heaven, walked back up to bed and fell happily into a heavy sleep.
