I love the fall when the leaves turn, and, at dusk when there's a deep blue sky, the trees look like they're lit from within.
I love going for long walks with Silas in the sling.
I love Annabel's voice; particularly her recent phone conversations.
I love the feeling of water coming out of my ear after swimming.
I love taking photographs.
I love getting into a warm bed.
I love the way Silas lights up whenever he sees me; I love that he crawls as fast as he can to reach me.
I love the sound of Canada geese.
I love walking oceanside in the morning with a cup of coffee. I love watching the dogs play in the surf.
I love naps.
I love reading again.
I love stouts.
I love taking my son to work with me on days he has doctors' appointments.
I love baking with Annabel.
I love when the kids play together.
I love a clean floor underneath bare feet.
I love the smell of clean laundry.
I love when the dog bows her head into my lap for a pat.
I love PlasmaCars and overalls and McDonald's toys.
I love that Annabel calls Kung Fu Panda "Pan Flu Panda."
I love that Silas tells me "NO" and "RAWR."
I love when someone nodds their head and says: "I know exactly what you mean."
And I love this: