A Listy Letter To The Things I Love
Bright copper kettles? Warm woolen mittens? Brown paper packages tied up with strings? Are these a few of my favorite things? Well, I admit that they ARE rather nice, but sometimes nice just doesn’t cut the mustard.
As an aside, why does mustard need cutting? Who came up with this expression? Plenty of things need cutting: cheese, the crap, it (out). But mustard? Set your sights higher, people. I digress.
My favorite things mightn’t be rhapsodized in a Broadway musical, but they make me smile no less broadly.
I love …
Bare feet on warm tiles.
Laughing til my sides hurt.
Dancing with my kids.
UGGs. Yeah, I know they make my feet look like loaves of bread. What of it?
Flip-flops. They’re the UGGs of summer. Or vice versa.
Cheese. All kinds.
Goat cheese in scrambled eggs.
The beauty and precision proffered by proper punctuation.
That most of you called me a dork just now.
My “chosen” family.
That my kids are goobers like their mom.
The smell of freshly cut grass.
The smell of salt air near the ocean.
The smell of original Coppertone.
Big, ridiculous red wine.
Sharing the wine.
Kisses. The Crash Davis sort.
The light scent of lavender in my room.
That I’m turning into my mom. Because she’s cool.
Being determined, but reasoned.
Sweet Potato Pie.
Christmas trees. Real ones.
Sitting in the quiet, looking at the lights on my Christmas tree.
My friends. Who are also my family.
Shrimp. Scallops. Seafood of all sorts. Except Unagi … because NO.
Good cell signal.
Jeans when the weather juuuuuuust starts to get cool.
The feeling of the summer sun beating into my shoulders.
Sitting on a beach til I’m so hot I can barely stand it and just have to get into the water.
Diving into the ocean.
Drying off in the sun and sitting on the beach until I’m so hot I can barely stand it and just have to get into the water again.
The internal lightning strike that comes when you get “that look.”
Freshly roasted coffee.
Sitting next to a fire after making snow angels, sledding, and skiing.
Talking and laughing and talking with the people I care about.
Laughing. Yeah, I already said that, but it feels so good it bears mentioning twice. Besides, it’s my blog post; I get to make the rules.
And, as Meg would say (because she’s my inspiration here, as for so many things) … what do you love?