Tell me about a perfect moment from your life :)

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I just had one, all snuggled up in bed with DS (6) and DD (8 months). We're so warm and cuddled up while it's freezing outside. They're both sleeping on their stomachs in their cozy pajamas and I love the sound of their sleepy even breathing. :) DS doesn't have school tomorrow (President's Day) so no morning rush ahead of me. It just struck me as a wonderful moment I should try to remember...DS looking so little while he sleeps, DD's chubby baby hands on my pillow.

It got me remembering a night I spent once when I was 21, lying in a field and drunkenly talking to a boy. It was the most gorgeous summer night, with a breeze and a huge moon and the smell of grass everywhere, and it really seemed like I would be 21 forever.

Just little moments like that, that you keep and remember, times when you wouldn't trade your life for anything. :) What are some of yours?

Chirstmas last year I was on the sofa holding 4 month old dd2 watching a film. Dd1 came and sat next to me and both girls were just looking up at me smiling while Christmas music played out through the TV. I remember my heart melting and I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. A few weeks before that I had attempted suicide and was feeling lower than I could ever have imagined. It was that moment that changed my life around and made me realise that no matter what was going on in my life, I had 2 beautiful little girls who needed me more than anything and adored me regardless of what I looked like. I will always remember that moment even when I feel low again. I honestly would not be here without them and I'm in a much happier place now

2008. On honeymoon, with DS, DH and DD in my tummy. We had a brilliant time in the sun then came back to the bloody recession and our business on its knees, haven't been abroad since or so carefree...*sigh

When DS got married, last year. Lovely DIL & to see them so happy & setting out together was just wonderful. It felt like the culmination of being a Mum.

Getting off the train after leaving a truly hated boarding school for the last time, stepping into a golden and beautiful city that I loved at the height of a hot summer and going spontaneously to an all-night Shakespeare marathon instead of going home.
I did phone home to say so.
Perfection.
I have had several perfect moments in my life, and I hold them as talismans against the many bad ones.

Mine was with a coworker, We had been friends for years, but something had changed between us in recent months. We met for a pint after work to talk.

We discussed all the practicalities of why we couldn't be together, my dcs and the fact that I was moving away, the fact he wanted dcs, and I didn't want anymore etc etc: All the things to do with why us being a couple was a bad idea.

So having had this sensible, frank, grown up discussion, we decided that we'd stay friends and not pursue anything more.

We finished our drinks, walked out to the car park (where it was dark and drizzly), and I kissed him goodbye on the cheek, saying I'd see him tomorrow at work.

It was sad. He was gorgeous and lovely and kind. We had so much in common, but it just seemed the odds were stacked against us.

I turned to walk to my car, and as I did he caught my hand, spun me back to him, saying, "I can't just let you walk away" and kissed me.

The rain started pouring down. And there we were, stood in a carpark (without coats) snogging the faces off each other

I swear everything slowed down.

Now we're happily married. Have just had a baby together. And could not be happier. He left his job and moved to be with me and the dcs.

That kiss goes down as the most romantic thing that's ever happened to me. A snog in the rain in a carpark after work. Who knew?

Lying on my hospital bed on a dimly lit ward, in a silent bay, at about 1 am watching 6 hour old DS sleeping. I kept thinking 'wow, is he really mine?' I just laid there for about an hour and watched him.

I live this thread, especially because it's made me realise I've had so many perfect moments that is hard to choose.

Lots:
Meeting a divine man at a ball and being swept off my feet a few days later - smoked salmon sandwiches, champagne, listening to the band in a London park and the frisson of excitement as his hand touched mine. That was the first and only time I ever fell in lust.

At another ball meeting DH and knowing he was "the one" and a few years later when he proposed in the rose garden of a London Club.

When dd was born after a quick and easy labour with an apgar score of 9+ pink and screaming. She was our 5th pg and our family was complete with 2 children.

Opening the front door of the house that was our London home for more than 20 years and knowing it would be our home.

Our wedding day I was very very calm and everything was very easy because I had no doubts at all and the sun shone and it was magical. Simple magical not like today's extravaganzas.

the day I found out I was pregnant. I was told I wouldn't concieve naturally

About fifteen years ago I had to travel on a ferry to Rothesay on the Isle of Bute to see a client. The weather and scenery were eye wateringly beautiful and clear. The client was a dear old lady who called me 'Miss Morris'. A local kid chucked her bike down and walked me to the address I needed. A piper played as I got back on the boat. The whole thing was like living in a magical dream, and I got paid for it.

I have a few, but the best was 2 months after leaving my ea twat of a husband, when I was still pretty devastated. The week before, my best friend of 7 years had confessed that he had been in love with me since we were 17. I was trying to work out what to do with this unexpected turn of events, and we went out to a vintage themed night at our local favourite bar, just as friends.
I was that perfect level of drunk where everything seems possible, looking out over all the people dancing, watching my friend walk back to me with drinks from the bar. He looked up at me and grinned, and I just knew he was my future. It took me a while to tell him this, and to sort out the aftermath of my marriage but I was right. We're getting married this year.

Last summer, we took our play tipi and a picnic to the park after a lovely uplifting church service. DS playing in the tipi and then running off to play in the park, his first bit of independence. The little boy we were having for respite showing me how to make a tripod out of twigs for the disposable camera we had bought him for his stay. He was over the moon about it and it was a day of warm, sweet breezes, laughter and then a huge water fight and bbq when we got home. That is my perfect summer day. Oooh, thank you for making me think about that on a day like this.

Lying on a large flat rock in a beautiful place with a special person for hours, opening my heart and having it treated in the most gentle way. That day and person changed my life forever, in ways I couldn't have then imagined. I always remember that day as a turning point.

In a camper van in Spain with friends, on the way to Tarifa, Spain. Beach bum days.

A number of moments on a road trip on the Pacific Coast Highway from Francisco to Los Angeles over a few days with the love of my life (Sadly it was not meant to be and we married other people a few years down the line). The tension, the excitement and the amazing scenery, the feeling of utterly falling for someone no holds barred and listening to Saint Germain most of the time. It was a very special time.

Drinks at sunset in Mykonos with my DH.

On a boat trip in St Lucia on honeymoon watching dolphins and whales with my DH. Similarly kayaking in St Lucia and seeing star fish on the bottom of the sea in amazingly clear waters.

A number of moments having good times with good friends.

A number of noisy family meal moments with my family. All crazy people but funny funny times.

The moments my dd and ds were born.

Thinking of all of these makes me smile and feel fuzzy. Thanks OP!

A couple of weeks back, on a day when the rain had crept back for a few hours, my daughter learned to fly her kite on the top of the south downs.

The absolute job on her face was utterly beautiful.

Standing alone on a walkway overlooking the Indian Ocean in the Maldives and watching in awe the unbelievable array of sealife swimming peacefully about in crystal clear waters.
I will never get over the magic of those islands.

Lying in my hospital bed, with our gorgeous, unplanned DS2 asleep beside me, just a few hours old, waiting for DH to arrive with DS1, DD (7 and 9 at the time) and my DM who were to meet him for the first time. I remember hearing them coming into the ward, and then the look on their faces when they got to hold him for the first time was just wonderful.

DM died 2 years ago on Saturday and I miss her so much - but that day is one of my happiest memories

when I first heard one of my own songs played on the radio.

When my don got an unconditional offer from a uni where there were 700 apps for 60 places. He is dyspraxic and teachers said he would probably not get there.Horrifically disorganised and on the day of interview train left at 1 and at 12.15 he was in a kodak shop printing out photos. He shoved them in a plastic sainsburys bag and put his hard drive with his short film in his pocket. I kept quiet all the way there but when we arrived and saw all the other interviewees with their work professionally mounted etc I thought thats it he has no chance. Went home and the next day he had an unconditional offer I was just so happy :)

Tobylerone - Congratulations on your DD2!

30seconds, hope you are ok now. It's lovely to hear that only a few weeks after being at the bottom of the pit, you are on the up. Hope it continues.

This is a fabulous thread and as a pp has said, has made me realise how many wonderful moments I've had, and how hard it is to choose the one perfect one.

The most recent one though, similar to another pp, this morning I was sitting on the sofa with 3yo DD snuggled up under one arm, and 11 month DS cuddled on my lap, and we were all still in our pyjamas, just having a cuddle, none of us moving or having to be anywhere, and although I had a hundred things to do, I didn't want to do or be anywhere else but there.

The day I got the letter to say I'd got a place on my massively competitive, over-subscribed drama school course. I have never felt prouder.

(I don't have kids BTW)

After that, it's riding a horse across the plains of Mongolia as the sun was going down.

Marrying my husband. Who was trying manfully to hold back his tears, but failing miserably. I'm not a cryer, but he sobs even when he's happy!

As soon as our daughter was born I turned to look at my boyfriend. He was sobbing and looked so in love with her. I'll never forget it.

Sitting on the side of a grassy hill on Lindisfarne island in Northumberland with my late DH. It was summertime and we sat with his arms around me just looking at the sea glittering and listening to the seagulls above us.

I have been widowed for 10 years now but that moment has stayed in my mind like a snapshot.