Thursday, April 10, 2008

Because There Are Days When I Forget

The past couple of weeks have been a challenge. The woman who makes me want to tear out my hair and possibly tear off my ears has returned to my workplace. It's not her fault that she drives me crazy. This month is going to be a mish-mash of not enough time with WG, and that makes each of my workdays seem even longer.

So, because there are days when I forget how lucky I am, here I am, jumping on yet another bandwagon.

I love hugs from my mother. I love a light breeze tickling my toes as I walk barefoot in the grass, or on my carpet. I love when I can get stubborn stains out of the carpet. I love cuddling with my cat, especially on a "sleeping-in day." I love that my cat is waiting at the door for me when I get home.

I love squishing my head against my dad's chest, knowing that he'll always make me feel little and safe. I love kissing my dog on the head. I love getting head-butted by Bailey the German Shepherd. I love that the new guy, Tosh, rolls himself over spread eagle and begs me to scratch his belly.

I love getting to talk, nearly uninterrupted, with my teen volunteers. I love that I have some wisdom to share with them. I love the color pink. I love my bed.

I love the feel of the water against my skin when I dive into a pool. I love the way my body feels on that first lap, as if I'm one with the water. I love settling in the couch, cuddled in a blanket my mom made me, and watching just about any one of my DVDs.

I love the sound of my boyfriend's laugh. I love his arms. I love his smell. I love his smile. I love that I love him so much.

I love watching my parents together. I love driving in Napa. I love crossing the bridge into San Francisco. I love the Giants. I love baseball. I love knowing just enough Polish to make for an interesting conversation. I love the stride in my walk. I love love.

I love baking. I love especially baking things I know will turn out to be absolutely wonderful. I love ice cream. I love homemade ice cream, even more. I love my friends. I love that I can say absolutely anything to Irene, and she will understand. I love dancing in my living room. I love dancing, period. I love getting dressed up and feeling like the most beautiful woman in the world.

I love John Cusack, Jeremy Piven and whoever plays Eric on Entourage. I love college football. I love Berkeley. I love my car. I love losing myself in a good book.

I love packing for vacation, deciding what I need on the airplane and settling in with my iPod and a book I probably won't finish.

I love when someone else gives me an idea for a blog posting at just the right time, and I jump all over it.

I love talking library talk with people who understand. I love talking about video games with people who understand. I love talking.

I love my mommy and daddy. I love my friends. I love all of my pets. I love my boyfriend. I love God.

I love Thursday mornings and Friday night.

I love treating myself to something yummy when I have to work early or on a weekend.

I love photography. I love my camera. I love getting just the right shot at just the right time.

I love wearing colorful clothing.

I love flip-flops.

I love bright red toenails.

I love comfort music, comfort food and comfort conversation.

I love.

2 comments:

Mrs. said...

..as there are days when you remember, beautifully.

brandy said...

This is such a fun activity, isn't??

And I will always love John Cusack too. He's one part genius and one part heartthrob.

Swoon!