I used to write love lists most Fridays, because it felt like a great way to end a week: celebrating all the best things I could think of.
I haven’t written one in a while, but I think I will now. And I think I won’t wait until Friday.
THINGS I LOVE
My dad at 65
Pale pink peonies
Blurt laughs
Carmex
Risotto with lots of lemon, herbs and parmigiana
Havaianas
The sound of the coffee maker gurgling to life
Please and thank you, always
Yoga pants the minute I get home
Puppies with the wiggles
Moleskines
Pedicures
Bacon & eggs
Milk in glass bottles
Going for destination-less drives
Handbags bigger than my head
White tank tops
Texts over phone calls
Bowls full of limes
Levi’s 501s on my guy
Vanilla ice cream with a drizzle of olive oil and sea salt and my homemade caramel sauce
Netflix
Turquoise beads
My Bialetti Moka
Neither being on, nor under the bus (especially if thrown there)
Hoop earrings
Bodum double-wall glass mugs
Sephora sprees
Kate Somerville ExfoliKate
Cinnamon donuts
Tortoiseshell glasses
Stacks and stacks of unread magazines
Pittsburgh-style steak
Things that smell like the beach (in a good way, not a soggy way)
Fireplace smoke in the air on cool mornings
Non-stop flights
Gas stoves
Tact
Fierce blue cheese
Extra Fine Point Sharpies in many shades of the rainbow
When the Angry Birds hit something and go “ow!”
People who don’t “pat pat pat” when they hug
Crimsonberry iced tea from Flour Bakery
Watches bigger than my wrist
Homemade popsicles
Fat robins on green lawns
What do YOU love? Tell me!
Pittsburgh-style steaks — I had to look that up — and in my house they’re called, uh, steak. Oh, and I love ‘em too!
I love accepting myself for the type of person I am–one who wears yoga pants and has no intention of ever actually doing yoga.
Also:
t-shirts pretty enough for work
thunderstorms that start and end while I’m safely inside
students with good manners
complimenting parents on their teenagers’ good manners
coffee with whole chocolate milk
greeting cards
the red light flashing on my blackberry
fajitas
Homemade caramel sauce? I will trade you one million mice holding stuffed animals, ten french bulldogs wagging their tails, a lip gloss, and a ridiculous laugh session for the recipe. Oh, and my undying love AND affection free of charge.