Life. A short four letter word filled with a myriad of deep mysteries, haunting regrets, unfathomable joy, and intense love.
My melancholy soul tends to focus on the darker hues of that word at times. To balance out these ponderings I thought I would write out all the things that I love. A random gathering of positive nuggets, when scattered along this road of life, make the whole rather a beautiful and wondrous thing. Here it goes…
My melancholy soul tends to focus on the darker hues of that word at times. To balance out these ponderings I thought I would write out all the things that I love. A random gathering of positive nuggets, when scattered along this road of life, make the whole rather a beautiful and wondrous thing. Here it goes…
- I love the fizz, the bite and soothing feel of an ice cold Dr. Pepper on a hot day...on any day
- I love the taste of coffee. The rich, bold taste as it swirls across my tongue and down my throat fills me with a melancholy, artsy, unreasonable happiness
- I love funky socks. The ones with the toes in, or out. I love tall ones, and short ones, stripped ones and solid ones, bright ones and quiet ones.
- I love red shoes. There is nothing life the feeling of wearing red shoes. ( I am wearing some right now). When you are having a particularly hard day or the whole world is going pear-shaped, you can look down and say to yourself “well, at least my feet look amazing in my red shoes.” They make me powerful, they make my smile.
- I love the feeling I get working with someone I trust over a sick patient. How I can look across the bed and eyes meeting they will just know what we need to do. I love watching the numbers on the monitors, all in the wrong, right themselves after a long night of drips, and pokes, med’s, and tubes.
- I love to teach. I adore that moment when something I said, or the way I said it reaches into someone and turn on the light of understanding. It is empowering, energizing, and incredible.
- I love that way I feel when I walk into the Home Depot. It’s like I am transformed into a carpenter, electrician, and handyman. I want to build things from scratch, paint things, buy power tools and unnamed wood products. I cannot build anything nor do I know the name of any power tool there, but somehow I feel the desire to strap on my suede tool belt and let my inner carpenter out to play
- I love jewelry. The fun empowering feeling of a fantastic unique pair of earrings. The way they delicately swing against my neck, the way my hair hides them, in and out.
- I love old western movies. John Wayne. The ultimate manly man.
- I love riding lawn mowers, and eating with disposable forks.
- I love to drive down the road of my small town and make anecdotal comments on how “that mall used to be a cow pasture” or “man, there never were any wineries around here when I was young.” It makes me feel and sounds like an old farmer watching the world grow up around him yet he is contented with his samensss.
- I love wearing old baseball hats and those one pair of jeans that fit just right. You know, the ones that have a fringe around the bottom from wear, are soft and broken in. that I wear day after day even though I have many other pants in my closet.
- I love NCIS. Very Special agent Anthony Denozo is more than hilarious, and McGhee is well, the ultimate nerd, all girls secretly want to be Ziva and all girls also secretly want someone like Gibbs to watch out for them…the perfect combo.
- I love sitting in a coffee shop, the edges of many conversations floating around me. The smell of coffee beans fills my senses. The taste of warmth slipping across my tongue. The noise and the peace.
- I love caramel popcorn, and taco bell…but not at the same time
- · I love to watch people at airports, coffee shops and malls. I love to whisper in mom’s ear “did they even look in the mirror before they left the house”? Every single time we see someone looking...interesting.
- I love Jimmy Stewart. Tall, lanky, occasionally awkward. Earnest and good hearted. The perfect guy.
- I love The Pirates of Penzance…the humor, the cleverness, the music, the piracy of it all
- I love the feeling I get when I know I have been apart of saving the life of a patient
- I love Beans's laugh. I could cry with joy when I hear him let out his belly laugh. Uninhibited, unfettered. He has not yet seen the world with all of its pain and still knows how to really laugh. It bubbles up from a spring deep within him. The purest beauty.
- I love the feel of a horse beneath me. The wildness, the teamwork, the rhythm
- I love music in a way that it is like food to me. It fills in the rough places, it lifts my soul to God. It is my companion when I am sad, it joins me in sorrow or lifts me above it. It is funny or clever or silly. It makes me feel like dancing in my kitchen or like resting my head against the glass of my window and letting the tears run down like rain drops.
- I love children’s books. I could buy armloads of them.
- · I love libraries. The smell of hundreds of pages. The feel, the texture of paper as it flips through my fingers.
- I love black. Yes I do love Johnny Cash, but I love black in and of itself. It is simple. Clean, and empowering. I love that I want to wear it every day and how everyone jokes about how much I love it
- · I love Asian simplicity. I think my heart desires to live my life with that cleanness, simple lines, and balance
- I love my Hope. I love her more then I love my own life. It is difficult to explain. I guess you either get it or you don’t get it. It doesn’t matter because I do. And I feel chosen by God Himself
- I love reading adoption blogs. So many I cant count. Scrolling back and reading about how they started their journeys, the hopes, their fears, their plans. How God has led and changed their journey. How they all agree that it turned out differently but better than they expected. I can’t wait to read my journey…
- · I love God.
- I love to take pictures. It’s a forever thing. I hate time passing you know? Like those moments are slipping away and can’t be caught, slowed, stopped. Taking a picture is maybe my way of defying that reality. That even though it is just a moment, that that look, that smile, that image will forever be immortalized.
- I love the intense feeling that fills me when I hit the highest note in and Italian song. The sound of my voice as it fills every corner of the room, every crevice. The echo as it tapper off. How it better makes me feel powerful and fulfilled.
- I love the feeling of walking into my church when it is empty, dark, cool and silent. How God meets me there. Gentle, powerful, and present.
- · I love that God has met me in the car, run beside me on the track, cried with my in my bed, laughed with my and Bean, held me when I am broken, encouraged me when I want to quit and breathed His life on my tired body. I love that arrives in the nick of time every time.
- I love writing and the satisfying feeling I have when find the exactly perfect combination of words or phrases that express exactly what is inside me. It is like the opening of a long-locked door, or the releasing of a captive into freedom. It fills me like a good meal.
- I love the image of my Jesus, real, touchable, friendly. I imagine him beside me, enjoying my favorite jammin’ song. I love how I can see him even dancing about, robs flowing out around him, laughter bubbling up from deep within, eyes closed, enjoying the fruits of his creation. After all, he made us, he gave us the ability and the love to create music. My Jesus loves all types not just long haired church music. I imagine his foot tapping to jazz, his fingers snapping to the oldies, and his voice lifting in the harmony of accapella.
- I love the smell of Johnson and Johnson’s lavender chamomile baby bath soap. Oh man, that is the best smell
- I love being an auntie. It is the very best thing…next to being a mommy
- · I love to write. To search for exactly the right words to make what I see in my mind come alive for others to see to read to experience.
- · I love that adoption is possible. What a miracle, what a gift. I am speechless (which is not a common state for me) as I think about the future.
- · I love the smell of a horse. There are very few things that smell so right. It takes me back to a hundred old memories, of fair, of rides, of my sister. When life was easy and free and simple.
- · I love wearing heels even though it makes me taller than like…everyone.
- · Rainy days. I love everything about rainy days.
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There are so many other things that belong on this list. Time is the only constraint. I never want to forget all the good things around me. Life. I never want to forget the gift it is.
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