Hunh. Looking through my posts list, I found this draft. All I had on it was the title ‘Love’. Can’t remember what I was going to write here originally.
But given that title, let me attempt a new post.
I love my husband. I love my kids. I love my folks.
I love being the only one up in the morning, munching on a chocolate chip muffin, warm from the oven.
I love teaching. I love that both my husband and I have jobs in this crazy economy. I love that even though money is tight these days, we’re going to see a play as a family tonight.
I love snuggling with my husband in the early hours of the morning. I love walking down the hallway knowing my children are snug in their beds.
I love living near the water. Even though I rarely go to the beach these days, I love knowing the water is there, waiting for me to answer its siren call to commune with its timeless voice.
I love that I go to a beautiful Church. Yeah, it’s supposed to be the message there, not the building…but when I go in and see the velvety stained-glass windows with their stories of Christ’s life, I am reminded why I am there.
I love that we have a Mustang. I love the feeling of driving with the windows down, music blasting, shifting away the stress and worries of the day.
I love reading. I have a library book that I just picked up this weekend…been on the waiting list for two years for it. Could have bought it during that time, but sometimes…I love the anticipation. Reading is the world…
I love writing here on my tiny piece of the internet. It has become a way to connect with others, and have a record of things I have done or hope to do. I love reading posts from the past, even when they make me cry, because it lifts me beyond a day-to-day struggle. I can read back and *know* that I’m getting through life.
I love complaining. I do it a lot. And yes, I know other folks don’t love it…so I’ll try not to.
I love watching funny videos and sharing funny jokes.
I love being an American…I love that when the school counselor was in my room the other morning and the Pledge and National Anthem came on, she was impressed that all the kids stopped what they were doing to stand up and put their hands on their heart, even if they didn’t say the words.
And yes, my Dad taught me that one should only ‘love’ people, and ‘like’ things. But I feel more than ‘like’ for these things…and love is the best adventure of all.