my favorite things
This park. Because the surface underneath cannot be collected by grubby hands and thrown at brothers (or mothers with cameras). If you know boys you know what I’m talking about.
This pitcher. It came from my Memaw and hasn’t spilled a single drop since I got it. This has less to do with my klutziness and more to do with pitcher awesomeness.
This sandwich. A turkey cheese melt on flatbread, to be exact, with a good dollop of grey poupon. My kids request it at snack time. No joke.
The creature this truck is hauling. Who could not be bothered to show her face for this photograph. Meh. I love her anyway.
These raindrops. Because the air is cooler and I won’t have to water the flowers today.
This picture. Which hangs in a frame over my computer and reminds me that in eight months we will have this again.
His curls. Which I can’t bring myself to cut.
His cheeks. That I kiss and count twenty times before bed each night.
His eyes. Because they had me at hello.