What I love.....

As I sit here listening to a thunderstorm announcing itself out my window right now I think to myself...."Ah....I love them!" and it made me smile to think about the things in life that catch me by surprise, that cause me to throw my head back and smile up at the heavens.  There's so much hurt, so many question marks, so much to hang our heads and our hearts low most every day.  It's that curious thing about life, isn't it, that while those things shake their fingers at us and dare us to find joy, joy sits quiet and waits for us to take notice.

I love county fairs and all things fried dough and lemon shake ups, even though it's terrible for me.
I love gathering up all my brave that I don't really feel and pushing myself to do something I fear.
I love camping on a rainy day when everything gets wet and all you want is a hot soapy bath.....I love that one even more after I've gotten home and think back on it.  :)
I love the smell of hash browns and bacon on a Saturday morning and I can stay in my jammies and bare feet until I want to or the rest of the day, whichever sounds best.
I love when my kids make me laugh; honest, real, from the belly laughing and I love when they make me think; honest, real from the soul thinking.
I love getting real mail in my mailbox that someone thought to write out and send to me.
I love when everything in my house is dusted and the laundry is done and the dishes are all put away all at one time and I feel all in order and superwomanish.
I love when my nose gets all dry and my ears pop when I get in an airplane because...that means I'm in an airplane.
I love rain.  But also snow.  And cold.  And hot.  But mostly weather.
I love that there's places I haven't been before so I can have dreams about going there someday.
I love meeting people who aren't like me at all and listening to their stories that aren't like mine at all.
I love staying up late and watching a movie and maybe even another one after that when I know I don't have to get up early the next day.
I love Easter morning when it's just me up early to watch the sun come up and feeling like it's my special holiday all to myself for just a few minutes and I imagine what it would have been like to be at the tomb when they found out it was empty.
I love the color purple.  Except when it's a bruise.
I love cobblestone streets in Charleston, South Carolina
I love that I've gotten to fly, actually fly, a plane even when I was scared to because it made me feel proud of myself to not hesitate to grab the controls.
I love that I can feel brave and insecure and smart and foolish and shy and bold all in one day.  Because it means that I am alive.
I love being alive.
I'd love to know what you love.
:)