I love writing down loves and sharing them with other people.
I love that I have found a job that is my passion and that I can make a living at it (well almost).
I love foggy mornings when I have no pressing things to do and can stare out the windows for as long as I like.
I love the way my dog moves to the bed that is closest to where I am sitting so that I can drape my arm over the armrest and touch and pat her easily.
I love the smell of the first cup of coffee.
I love tons of butter on my toast.
I love gigantic, soft , warm peanutbutter cookies.
I love watching families with kids in the grocery store when the whole family is enjoying each others' company and speaking to each other with respect and love.
I love the quiet time after a day spent with my fucked up family.
I love the peace I feel after vomiting all of my feelings into my journal.