It is certainly not the sense of entitlement my ego knows well.
It is the gracious gratitude of a warm embrace by the comforting morning sun.
It is the gentle look of a cute puppy when caressed by my loving hand.
It is the serenity of a healthy baby feeding from his mother’s breasts.
It is the sweet aroma of a rose which petals are starting to open.
It is the exquisite beauty of a little bird singing on my window sill.
