Alrighty then. Let's switch gears a little bit. I have established that I hate LOTS of things. So, just to prove that I am not a completely heartless bitch, I am going to list some things that I love. It will be the first and last time I do this. I wouldn't want anyone to get the impression that I am some kind of unicorn loving, carousel horse collecting, princess dress wearing flake. Okay, here we go, in no particular order.
I love babies in towels just out of the bath. I love watching the sunrise on a hot, muggy morning. I love a good summer storm, complete with wind, thunder and lightning. It scares me and thrills me at the same time. I love choral music. I love how I feel when I hear anyone sing a high C, like crying and like my heart may just burst out of my chest. I love the Star Spangled Banner. That also makes me cry, every time, especially while singing it. I love the feeling of a baby wrapping their warm, chubby little arms around my neck for a hug. I love hearing my children tell me they love me. I love music that makes me dance, even though I look like an idiot. I love that when I am in the car I sing like a rock star. I love the way the rain smells in really dry weather. I love the smell of Mink hairspray, it reminds me of my grandmother. I love that even after three kids and 17 years together, my husband still thinks my ass looks great in a good pair of jeans. I love when my kids can't stop touching my clothes because they think I look pretty. I love hot weather, 85 or above. I love my old friends who just get me and love me in spite of my flaws. I love being able to act like an asshole without the aid of a controlled substance. I love being warm under my covers, but feeling the cold on my nose as it peeks out. I love, love, love the smell of honeysuckle when I run past it. I love working my body so hard that I break into a full body sweat and I love when it dries and I can feel the salt on my skin. I love when I am able to completely let go and lose myself, even if it is only for a moment. I love the smell of bacon and coffee in the morning. I love a really good glass of Merlot that tastes like cheese and chocolate. I love the sound of snowflakes hitting the ground and the silence of the world during a snow shower. I love watching my kids discover new things and remembering how good that used to feel. I love socks. I love wearing sexy underclothes and feeling like it's a secret. I love being pregnant and knowing there is a human being inside me. I love having brothers that are funnier than me. I love laughing so hard I pee a little. I love the smell of people's dryer sheets coming out of their vents outside. I love books that make me cry like a fool. I love feeling like a million bucks in a pretty coat or a slammin' pair of shoes. I love being around people who appreciate and share my sense of humor. I love rock candy. I love when I feel so happy I can't stop smiling. I love sitting at the counter of an old fashioned drug store. I love old Christmas cards. I love runner's high. I love the smell of a used bookstore. I love the feeling of being hungry when I am about to eat something awesome. I love having my toes painted by someone else. I love having my hands and feet massaged. I love falling asleep next to my warm babies and waking up to them snuggling. But, most of all, I love that no matter how shitty I feel, any one of these things can turn my day around and bring me back to center.
So, there you have it. These are not ALL the things I love, but I have to keep some things just for me. Don't get used to the love fest though because it will never happen again. I promise.
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