Hearing my beloved's voice when I first wake up in the morning (or any time, actually).
The hissing and bubbling that happens when I put the fresh coffee beans on in the morning.
Lying on our backs and counting the stars with any of my (grown) daughters.
Sharing a comfortable moment of quiet with any of the people I love.
Watching a campfire's flames die down to embers, and drifting to that special place that's neither here nor now and yet soothing and pensive.
The smell of a freshly-cut ripe watermelon.
The feel of the water catching the blade and guiding it forward. After several hours of paddling, the repetition settled into a meditative trance.
The sound of the bubbling stew which my wife makes on cold days, or any day we need some comfort food.
Fresh bread out of the oven, with a little dab of butter melting on it.