I love…
I love toddler vocabularies.
I love devouring a really good novel.
I love hot showers and cuddly robes.
I love fresh haircuts and manicured nails.
I love art supplies and new possibilities.
I love an extra hot mug of coffee in the morning and a dark ruby wine in the evening.
I love good conversations that last late into the night.
I love friendships that effortlessly pick up where they left off.
I love my worn-in corner of the couch.
I love springtime and the feeling of a fresh start.
I love the thick, dark curl of eyelashes on my little boys.
I love childhood imagination.
I love Van Gogh’s Starry Night and art museums.
I love the ocean and its rhythmic waves.
I love dreaming.
I love high-waisted leggings and fuzzy slippers.
I love a clean house with a scented candle lit on the counter.
I love eating Thai red curry and tofu on Saturday nights.
I love seeing the past align with God’s divine plan.
I love quotes, yet I cannot pick a favorite.
I love working out my feelings through written words.
I love summer and patio seating.
I love dark chocolate, bitter and sweet.
I love cooking, new ingredients, and reading cookbooks for pleasure.
I love being at home.
I love sugar skulls and sharing my birthday with the Day of the Dead.
I love seeing people jump at chances and succeed.
I love taking long walks, to nowhere in particular.
I love the new life that is reflected in a garden.
I love fiery sunrises and new morning mercies.
I love being awake before anyone else in the house and the sacred silence.
I love catching sight of my kids, being content, and playing.
I love the scent of lilacs and the magnificence of peony blooms.
I love autumn when we eat hot soup and freshly baked bread.
I love the unconditional devotion from children and puppy dogs.
I love freckles and sun-kissed skin.
I love seeing first-time moms discover the magic of motherhood.
I love fresh herbs and lemons.
I love lime La Croix.
I love photographs and the memories they summon.
I love music and watching my boys dance, jiggling their hips.
I love friends who live far away, yet only a text away when needed the most.
I love herbal tea that warms me from the inside on the most frigid days of February.
I love cutting open an avocado, and it is perfect.
I love how my husband is an equal partner and helps out with our kids and home.
I love how he supports my hopes, dreams, and goals.
I love the sound of unhindered laughing.
I love a grande Starbucks decaf soy latte.
I love crisp and tightly tucked bedsheets.
I love the excitement of holidays and silly traditions.
I love the unique touch that comes from being a mama.
I love being a boy mom, with the trucks, trains, dirt, and rocks.
I love recognizing the constant provision God has poured over me, again and again.
I love the anticipation of vacation plans and waiting for the mail to arrive.
I love the book 14,000 Things to be Happy About, its good reminders, and my handwritten notes in the margins.
I love that I could keep writing about the things that I love.
I love that.
An exercise that led me to write a lengthy list of things I love, and in the end, I felt as though I could keep going. The perfect reminder of how much I have to be grateful for. What do you love?
Inspired by Alex Dimitrov’s poem, “Love.”