When all else fails — a LIST

I love sand dollars, intact but with imperfect, chipped edges.

I love honeysuckle that drips with sweet dew.

I love books that make me feel — angry, heartbroken, aroused, ecstatic. The emotion does not matter as long as it is not boredom. 

I love my sons’ hugs, even the ones that come after they’ve sweated for hours on a ball field. 

I love songs that remind me of first crushes, awkward dances and heated kisses.  

I love eyes that embrace my soul. 

I love a perfectly timed text, phone call or email that makes me smile … or wet.  

I love sipping on a good cava and eating foods that make me feel like a queen. 

I love his fingers running through my long hair.  And fisting it unexpectedly, taking my breath away.

I love losing myself behind the lens of a camera and finding art in nature. 

I love writing a piece that makes another feel.  The emotion does not matter as long as it is not disappointment. 

I love sea foam that rides the ocean breeze like a dandelion. 

I love the security in knowing that each night, he dreams of me. 

I love having the capacity to love … and the blessing of being loved. 

©05/2019