Dear Diary
Sometimes it's the simplest things that make us happiest.
A hand offered in peace
The muscle-ache of hard work, the smell of wood-shavings, and the feel of grease under your nails
Coming home to find that someone has been kind enough to beautifully decorate your spouse for you
Pawing through a chest full to bursting with coin and cackling, "Mine! All mine!" when no one is looking, before surrendering it over for division and re purposing.
All right, so those last two might not be so simple. Still make me happy.
A hand offered in peace
The muscle-ache of hard work, the smell of wood-shavings, and the feel of grease under your nails
Coming home to find that someone has been kind enough to beautifully decorate your spouse for you
Pawing through a chest full to bursting with coin and cackling, "Mine! All mine!" when no one is looking, before surrendering it over for division and re purposing.
All right, so those last two might not be so simple. Still make me happy.