Tater's tiny feet smooshing up under my thighs when it's freezing cold in my room and him saying, "I love you Mama, cause you so warm" is love.
CORNBREAD and homemade veggie soup with veggies from my own garden is love.
Getting into the pool when it's 98 degrees outside and practically hearing your skin sizzle is love.
The smell of the outside after it rains is love.
Dark skys, pounding rain, snuggled up around three pillows in my bed all by myself because someone else has agreed to give my child breakfast, is love.
Really massively awesome Praise and Worship which makes me have to duck my head and squinch my eyes closed really tight because I'm afraid I'll be blinded by the utter beauty if I don't, is love.
Finding a picture of me and my sweet mama which I haven't seen in *years* is love.
Books that I fall into and get so lost in that I don't even realize 4 hours have passed is love.
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And that's referring to school, not...er, pregnancy.
ANYWAY.
Having a song you've never really paid attention to come up on shuffle that so perfectly describes your mood at the moment is love.
Life is love. (I am SO deep like that.)
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Keep this up and I may revoke your vaginal rights.
But Life IS love, so you are plenty deep.
Like your mom!
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Word. Oh. So. Much. Word.
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But every dog I've ever known has been cuddly.
I'm a dog person.
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Baking things, especially bread or cookies.
Coming up with a new recipe that my mother or I love.
Cuddling with my cat and listening to him purr himself to sleep.
Finding a new book from an author I love, or discovering a new author to love.
Long walks on a cool day, and having the time to notice things like a butterfly on a flowering bush or a cat sunning itself on the sidewalk.
A warm mug of tea or coffee in early mornings or late evenings.
Putting on some music and dancing around without concern for how it looks to anyone else.
Letting my sister Sara hug me and knowing she is happy.
Sitting at the crafting/talk table before church and chattering with everyone there before heading in to the service.
Singing, either by myself or with others.
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CORNBREAD and homemade veggie soup with veggies from my own garden is love.
Getting into the pool when it's 98 degrees outside and practically hearing your skin sizzle is love.
The smell of the outside after it rains is love.
Dark skys, pounding rain, snuggled up around three pillows in my bed all by myself because someone else has agreed to give my child breakfast, is love.
Really massively awesome Praise and Worship which makes me have to duck my head and squinch my eyes closed really tight because I'm afraid I'll be blinded by the utter beauty if I don't, is love.
Finding a picture of me and my sweet mama which I haven't seen in *years* is love.
Books that I fall into and get so lost in that I don't even realize 4 hours have passed is love.
And. Of course. (see icon) the BEACH is love!!
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No better way to truly go native in California than to become an ultimate junky, or a surfer, or a hippy. I prefer ultimate junky.
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