Wake up in the morning and feel a loved one next to you ... Here he, without waking up, presses me to him and whispers through a dream, burying his face in my hair, a declaration of love ...

To cuddle the child, inhaling its pure and sweet smell, feeling its little sparrow-heart under the palm of your hand ...
Burrowing into the knees of your grandmother, pressing her palms to your face, feel like a child again ...

Go outside after a long illness, breathe in the air - albeit not crystal clear, city air - and smile, squinting from the bright sun ...

Don't miss every such minute ... Don't miss a single moment ...