i love that i get excited over silly things, like entering in coke points online. (dude, they had magazine subscriptions last time i checked! i am such a sucker for paying the ridiculous amount per issue at the target checkout, knowing full well it is so much cheaper to put in the little effort required to pay for the whole year subscription.)
i love that even though not being able to breastfeed was such a tough journey for me, i (sometimes) miss making bottles for our girl.
i love sundays; having rory home, hgtv, sookie's laugher enriching my ears and this house and brunch of potatoes with olive oil, rosemary, & garlic, scrambled eggs with red, yellow, and green peppers, toast with honey, pretend (veggie) sausage patties, and strawberries.
i love that i am not the only one in the house insane enough to eat capers right out of the jar, by themselves. sook does it too and asks so sweetly, "mommy, more salties?"
i love buying a second copy of "snuggle puppy", because the first was so adored and used.
my heart jumped into hypocrisy this week and i don't feel i can ever undo the damage. how is it i so quickly forget about the fact there were people who didn't agree with our decision to have sookie and put both of our lives at high risk in the process? i'm grateful for the big, bold, gut-wrechibgly necessary lessons i'm squeezing out of the happenings of these last few weeks. it might be a complete cliche, but the earth shattering, world altering, core shaking events sometimes provide us with the life and death wisdom we need to fuel ourselves to suck the marrow out of these precious days we are given. ♥
my momma, my girl, my grandpa.
happiness is a ketchup stained pink floyd t-shirt.
carrot juice mustaches.
sidewalk chalk fairies.