I love my family. My husband, The Complete Package. My daughter and her sweet husband. My mother, my four sisters, my mother-in-law and our big extended families. We are blessed to be part of such a large, wonderful clan.
I love my grandbabies – Jonah Bear and Lilly Bug. When I see My Baby with her sweet babies, I am transported back to those days when she was little. I see so much of her in them, with Bama Boy thrown in. And I see myself and TCP in them, too. They are little extensions of everyone in our family in many ways.
I love my dog. He’s old and he snores and insists on having his way all the time. But he’s cute, and he’s sweet, and he snuggles with me when I’m sick and he plays with me when I’m happy and he never leaves my side. He’s my buddy.
I love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on soft, fresh oat nut bread and grilled cheese on a good hearty white bread with real butter. Lots of butter.
I love Ben & Jerry’s Cherry Garcia ice cream.
I love my top 5 movies: It’s A Wonderful Life, Forrest Gump, Benjamin Button, The Notebook and The Princess Bride.
I love a good cup of Lola Savannah Hawaiian Grog coffee with one spoon of sugar and a heap of low fat Coffeemate in it. And I sometimes switch it up with a cup of Stash black chai tea with my favorite Savannah Bee Black Sage Honey. That stuff is liquid gold.
I love flannel pajama pants, worn t-shirts and fuzzy socks in the wintertime.
I love baby animals, but who doesn’t?
I love my Jeep Liberty. It’s a 2003 with 115,000 miles on it. It’s silver with black leather interior. When I got it, I named it after Brad Pitt. When friends asked why, I told them it was because it was pretty enough to take out somewhere nice, but I wouldn’t mind getting dirty with it, too. In my defense, I’d just seen Legends of the Fall. Get it? Handsome, rugged…it made sense at the time.
I love pancakes. Light, fluffy pancakes. Sometimes with fruit, sometimes with chocolate chips, or bananas, or pumpkin. And TCP’s buttermilk pecan waffles.
I love Asics running shoes. That’s my brand. They fit me perfectly.
I love pasta, chili and soup better on the second day.
I love my Tempurpedic mattress. It’s like sleeping on a cloud.
I love snow, but I don’t get to see it much since I moved to Houston.
I love Chinese and Mexican food enough to rotate them every other day.
I love the mountains, I love the rolling hills, I love the flowers, I love the daffodils, I love the fireflies when all the lights are low, boom-dee-otta, boom-dee-otta, boom-dee-otta, boom-dee-otta.
I love the girls in my Bunco group. We all worked together at one time or another at the same elementary school. Some work there still. And 15 years later, we’re still making each other laugh until our cheeks hurt.
I love the almost life-size black bear The Complete Package bought us on our vacation to Disney World. My Baby and I walked past him and pet him in the gift shop of the Wilderness Lodge every day for a week. One week after we got home, he arrived on our front porch. BEST…VACATION…SOUVENIER…EVER!
I love music. I could listen to it all day long, over and over again. I love all kinds of music. Except country music. Sorry.
I love dark chocolate anything. Pretzels? Yup. Cake? Yes ma’am. Cookies, brownies, out of the package in big chunks? You betcha.
I love that you may just still be reading this mess this far into it. So I love you, dear readers. You don’t need flowers or candy or cards or dinner in a fancy restaurant to make you feel special today. You just need love. And I love ya’. Happy Valentine’s Day.