“We love the things we love for what they are.” ~ Robert Frost
- A full moon
- A freshly painted room
- A long phone call that isn’t long enough because there is just so much to say.
- A detox bath (fill the tub as full as possible, add 2 cups of epsom salts, 1 cup baking soda, and a handful of dried lavender – soak), bubbles optional
- Love letters
- Promises kept
- Getting an undeserved break
- Being let off the hook
- Some one who lets me be right even if I am not (so rare, haha)
- Clocks – the more, the merrier
- Remembering all the lyrics to a song I hadn’t heard in years
- The Ukulele Underground
- Wrapping up in a spa robe (no one can find you there)
- Even though you swore Nicholas Sparks was never going to get you again, secretly (shamefully) crying through one of his stories
- Martini music *sway with me
- A flickering candle
- My mom’s recipes
- The grandbebe’s fingerprints everywhere, everywhere
- The paper in a Bible, tissue-y but strong
- My old Anne Ortlund books (she doesn’t have a clue how much she has impacted my life)
- A blazing sunny day right after a snow – the whole world sparkling like diamonds
Yet for better or worse we love things that bear the marks of grime, soot, and weather, and we love the colors and the sheen that call to mind the past that made them. ~Junichiro Tanizaki
Aren’t there just things you can’t help but love?