The small simple things matter so much. My simple, but not small list follows;
chocolate, CC’s black coffee, Starbuck’s green tea lemonade, Wendy’s frosty with fries, peanut butter & jelly sandwich with a big glass of ice milk, mac & cheese, red wine, beer over ice, anything Little Debbie (not in this order of course)
A warm big smile, the bigger hideous laugh, firm handshakes, genuine tight hugs, a friends phone call to say “I don’t know what to say, but I’m thinking of you and love you”, and another friends voice mail saying “I knew you would avoid me today and I love you anyway” : )
September’s month end….
baseball (Go Ray’s!) and football (Who Dat!)
running even when absolutely struggled
winning my service game in tennis, with an occasional ACE!
the 4 mile commute to my J.O.B., which is much more than a J.O.B.
sunroof open in the car with radio blarring, singing like noone’s watching. Who cares…
Brock’s love of music. Finding a new artist with him on You Tube. Him sharing songs with me on his IPod. Him ‘calling me out’ on the right lyrics, lol. “Black is Black babe”
Luke still curling up with us on the couch at night. His drive and determination with the Ascension DBacks. His big fierce brown eyes. He and Michael’s passion for baseball.
New found photos or new shared memories of Dru Elizabeth
CMT’s Top 20 country music countdown
a Sunday with ‘zero’ on the schedule; pj’s, ponytail, and no bra (scary yes)
the fortune in a fortune cookie
my horoscope and it’s traits
enjoying the rain
holding someone’s secrets secret
Belle River or Blind River weekends; coffee early on the deck while all sleeps, ‘wide open’ on the jet ski’s, and no cell service at the camps
an adult night in the French Quarter to include a live band and dancing
dresses and pumps make me feel pretty
the whisper of “I love you with all my heart” every night
Randoms; this Blog is harder than anticipated, my house is a disaster inside & out, I do miss my Mom, I miss me & my dad’s old relationship, and I hate cancer