I love

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:



and this:



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