This post was stolen from one of the many blogs that I stalk. Schmutzie’s Milk Money or Not… “1000 words about things I love.” I read this and Wow… I really need to remember what it is that I am here for, all of the things that make it all worth it. I can’t crawl up in a ball and enjoy the nervous breakdown I deserve. I have to find my happy place. This is me faking it. I don’t know if I can get to 1000 words but I am going to try.
So, here is my post of “1000 Words about Things I Love.”
I love soft bunny fur (preferably still on the bunny). I love popping bubble wrap packing material, and getting mail that isn’t a bill or an advertisement. I love big fluffy lover dogs. I love trying on hats, and twinkly Christmas lights. I love hearing Mogo splish splashing in the tub and singing a tune that she made up on the fly. I love Charlie’s newfound smile as we idiotically say “Helloooo” over and over. I love her soft baby skin and the smell of her head. I love that she scrunches up her toes when you tickle her feet softly. I love baby smacking noises when she takes a break from nursing. I love the idea of a “Milk Coma.” I love the way her butt sticks in the air when you pick her up and she’s been sleeping. I love that Mogo wants to help even when it’s not much help at all. I love that she climbs into Charlie’s crib wanting to be my baby still. I love watching them grow. I love the light bulb moments when you can see some connection has been made about how something works or why something is the way it is. I love how she is so big but still so little. Iove sprinkling water over Charlie’s head in the bath and the coos she makes because the warm water just feels so good. I love “Rainbow Connection” at bed time and minty toothpaste girl breath on my face as we say our “God Blesses.” I love Hummingbirds and watching them take a drink at the feeder. I love it when they buzz us to tell us it is time to refill. I love the rain when it is soft and steady, the smell of the asphalt, and the blustery wind on my face. I love when it is sunny out but its still 50-60 degrees, they way the sun shines on my face, feeling warm while the air is so chilly. I love Eva kitty’s scratchy tongue kisses and her loud meows – so bossy. I love chocolate and peanut butter together.
I love ponytails that swish back and forth when you walk. I love counting the Old Man’s farts and giggling about it with Mogo. I love Mogo’s great big belly laughs so uncensored. I love her stories big and small. I love that her imagination knows no bounds. I love the feel of toe socks between my toes. I like it even better when you take them off. I love the woozy feeling when you smoke a cigarette and it has been a long time. I love the smell of sandalwood soap and smoke on my Old Man’s skin. I love the warm, scratchy feel of the calluses on his hands. I love getting sweet syrupy kisses from Mogo when she has been eating pancakes. I love the feel of clean sheets and new pillows. I love calling a friend and talking about nothing and everything all at the same time. I love Papa. I love that he knows it through and through. I love that he loved me my whole life and that he loves Mogo the same way. I love that he talks to her like she is a grown up.
I love crunching leaves beneath my feet whether walking through them or jumping on a great big pile of them. I love swinging on the swings at the park with Mogo and hearing her shrieks of joy. I love how my hair trails behind me while the wind whips it. I love nights on the porch with my Old Man. I love his hobbit feet, hairy toes and all. I love when the fog drops down so low that the street lights are all glowy. I love when he says my name. I love long goodbye kisses. I love lingering hugs. I love tattoos and designing new tattoos I may never put on my body. I love inside jokes and nods of understanding between two people that no one else gets. I love listening to classical music when I allow my mind to wonder into some great ballet choreography and I get lost in it. I love soft new age music with all the drums, the flutes and the trickling water all at the same time. I love the feel of rolling around on cool grass. I love to grab a handful of it and throw it at the nearest person. I love to pick dandelions and blow the seeds to the wind making a wish. I love that Mogo absolutely will not tell me her wish for fear it may not come true. I love that she still believes in wishes. I love spotting rainbows.
I love little stores that sell useless but pretty crap. I love the smell of old books and antiques. I love stained glass windows and the colors they make on the walls. I love empty old churches and sitting on creaky old church pews. I love driving to Julian with my family just to get coffee and window shop for a day. I love towns with no stop signs and wonder what it would be like to live there. I love windy two lane roads that go on forever. I love stopping in the middle of a road trip to stretch our legs and look about. I love cinnamon rolls and coffee together. I love talking to strangers at coffee shops and making friends with quirky people. I love watching people walk by and overhearing portions of conversations that are none of my business. I love it when I walk into a room and someone jumps up so glad to see me. I love getting flowers for no reason. I love pretty rocks. I love giving away something I have made. I love acquiring furniture. I love random boxes of pictures and things. I love writing love letters, I love getting them too. I love looking in people’s wallets to see if they have pictures. I love feeling better when I have been feeling so blue.
Ok that is 1,018 words about things I love. That is 18 more than I thought I had in me. You do it. It feels good.
I love your 1,018 words