I was listening to one of my favorites songs this weekend: “My favorite things” by Julie Andrews. I remember the first time I heard this song, I was in the first grade and my teacher was Mrs. Susan Harris. I only remember the first name because of the obvious. She must have loved that song, because we would listen to it, over and over again. And I feel in love with it. It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized where the song had originated. I listened to the song this weekend and was inspired. Here are a few of my favorite things.
I love pink.
I love Hallmark commercials.
I love movies that make me cry.
I love memories.
I love watching my children swing.
I love holding babies up to my chest and listen to them breathe.
I love getting mail.
I love a good sale.
I love wiener dogs.
I love oogeling peoples lives on the internet.
I love planning.
I love children singing.
I love to think of myself as someone I’m not.
I love giraffes.
I love surprise presents that are true surprises.
I love talking on the phone.
I love my friendships.
I love writing letters.
I love pink lemonade and peanut butter cookies.
I love shopping for other people.
I love shoes and bags.
I love finishing a SuDuKo.
I love all things Disney.
I love the smell of rain in the desert air.
I love high school basketball games.
I love good green chili.
I love snuggle time.
I love that Jacob calls me “Crumbcake.”
I love good friends.
I love tiny pink baby dresses.
I love the smell of fresh cut grass.
I love Greys Anatomy, Thin Mints, Oprah, birthday money, afternoon naps, tomoatoes, Burger King crowns, shortalls on little boys, glitter, office supplies, a brand new blank notebook, lists, fleece, my new camera, red shoes, making cupcakes, puffy loveseats, elevators, Joey and Pacey, REM, clean sheets, lip gloss, a good steak, Tom Petty, wrapping presents, the smell of coffee brewing and when the sun comes out from behind the clouds.
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I had no idea Jacob calls you Crumbcake. That is so special.
I know it. He makes me tear up a little bit every time he calls me it.
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