I love Nancy Sinatra’s song Bang-Bang. Admittedly I never listen to lyrics, yet this song brings images of two lovers who kill each other because their love is too strong. (And now I’m totally re-shaping any impression you had of me.)
I love how I can jump in the water at any given time – the ocean is at my fingertips – for an instant cool down.
I love that when Leo goes anywhere without me he comes back saying how everybody was asking about me. He always tells me how much people love me. Gosh that makes me feel all kinds of good inside.
I love my MacBook.
I love discovering a new blog. It’s like a new world is out there waiting for me to discover. Some bloggers are amazing writers, others have design talents down to a T and most make me laugh out loud crazy. Bloggers are a wonderful fun bunch of people.
I love when accidents happen. Not accidents that involve fastly (since when is fastly not a word – you knew what I was talking about right? Screw you spellchecker) moving cars mind you. But accidents as in stuff that was unexpected and provide the least expected outcomes that end in bursts of laughter – laughs so hard you have to check just in case you pee’d yourself (or sharted yourself).
I love feeling like a trendsetter. I love when I do something, when I’m pretty much the only person to do that new something and then slowly start noticing others in my entourage who do the same thing. Yeah, that’s way cool.
I love my capacity to laugh at my mistakes.
I love how Leo wakes up in the morning and the first thing he does is he smiles at me. I will never get over this. It’s the most awesome way to start a day.
I love the smell of coffee.
I love saying hi to strangers and being hello’d in return with a friendly smile.
I love Trident Bubblemint gum.
I love that I will never grow up.
I love watching the fish light up with bioluminescence at night. It’s like a fireworks display in the water. Beyond amazing.
I love how the best things in life are free.
I love my life even if I’m unemployed and I have no clue whatsoever as to what kind of work I’ll be doing next. (And I know even less about when that “next’ will happen.)
I love when my phone rings and it’s not a wrong number or a telemarketer.
I love walking into a movie theater after randomly picking a movie I know nothing about and it ends up being one of the best movies I’ve ever seen. Ferris Bueller anyone? Anyone? Anyone?
I love laughing.
I love the sound of Leo’s voice.
I love when a strange dog walks up to me, wagging his tail and giving me a dog smile and comes and plops his face on my laps. (Laps. I just now learned that although we have 2 legs, it doesn’t give us 2 laps, unless we’re running or swimming… Thanks Aimee!)
I love when a child smiles at me.
I don’t know how to top that last one. Mexican children are fascinated with me. I have blonde’ish hair. This is not a very common thing in Mexico, at least not in this real Mexico where I’m at. They stare at me. Big innocent eyes looking up at me. And I smile and say “Hola!” and then they giggle. They give me the best gift anybody can ask for – a warm smile with hints of admiration.
What do you love?