Dudes, I say the L word a lot. Ha, no not loathe, although…yes, I say that a lot too. This time I actually mean the word LOVE! I still say it despite crazy attempts to only say the word heart. Sometimes it is out of control. But since I can tell you are super tired of my vacation photos, even though I have more for you, I decided today to make a list of things that I love. Because looking back on this and make a new one in a year will make me melt with happiness I decided.
I love peanut butter….more specifically eating it straight from the jar like I did this morning. I love the way the smell of a campfire clings to me when camping and lingers for days afterwards, even after going through the washer.
I love old school Tetris. And the way my blankets feel after a thousand washes, even the ones with holes in them that I refuse to get rid of.
I love the feeling of someone else washing my hair and how glamorous I feel after someone professionally blow dries it for me.
I love that I traded in heavy books for a kindle that carries them all for me, cute summer dresses and cleverly named beauty products that I would never wear but debate buying when I am Ulta. I love discovering all my socks have matches after a laundry marathon.
I love bands that no one has ever heard of and finding other people who have that same love and then sharing our music secrets as if they are really secrets. I love having heard songs first before they are on the radio.
I love airports. And people watching.
I love shaken iced tea lemonade. Made with the passion tea. I love that my Starbucks drink order is longer than three syllables and I couldn’t be happier. I love the smell of movie theatre popcorn even though I hardly ever eat it. I love raisinets.
I LOVE weddings and that churches make people whisper. I love the way peonies burst rather than bloom – the fact that their blooms are so heavy they often sag with their own beauty. I love first looks and teary grooms.
I love pictures.
I love the possibility that comes with new babies, new jobs and trips taken on a whim. I love the hope that postsecret.com brings me every Sunday.
I love that moment when you realize you are with someone who understands what you are saying when you do not speak. I love forehead kisses and the way a boy reaches for your hand without even telling him that is what you want him to do or when he wraps you up in his arms even in a half sleep.
I love the smell of summer – of Hawaiian Tropic suntan lotion and barbeques. The way my arm warms with heat when I prop it against my car window in traffic. The way new sunglasses make me feel like a movie star and the sound of flip flops snapping on tile. I love the first time I notice that winter has arrived and I love the beauty that only can be seen when your entire world is covered in a thin whisper of white, untouched snow…until my dogs destroy it all.
I love it when people compliment you on the things you have no control over, such as my pretty blue eyes, or height or love of boy bands.
I have started to really love sleeping. The sound of my passport getting stamped, the moment you realize you can’t go back – and that you are thankful for it.
And I love you. Because you are awesome.