...driving the boys home from football practice with the windows down and blasting "No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn" by the Beastie Boys and singing along at the top of our lungs.
...having the windows open on these cool evenings and smelling wood smoke.
...teasing Maggie about her love life (such as it is in 8th grade) and her fickleness (don't get me wrong, I applaud fickleness in 8th grade) and watching her blush.
...the great big hugs I get from Mary and her classmates when I see them in the halls at school.
...the phone calls from my husband when he is on the road and how we discuss the small things about our daily life. It makes me feel more connected to him.
...watching the dog dream. I love how her feet move like she's running and how she has these muffled little barks and yelps. Cracks me up.
...that there are only a few more weeks of football left. Those white football pants are starting to take a toll on me.
...how I can justify having popcorn as a meal because "I am an adult."
...that Sean still wants to hold my hand when we are walking somewhere.
...how Maggie still calls me "mommy" when she is feeling happy.
...watching James swagger on field with his buddies at football practice. It's like catching sweet glimpses of the future man he will become.
...that Mary has grown her hair long enough to wear in a little ponytail but that she can't stand the way it feels after a few hours and always takes it out. I'm thinking of starting a pool with the teachers to see how long she'll have it in each day.
...that my parents are coming for a visit. It's been too long since we've seen them and we are all looking forward to them being here.
What do you love?
Thursday, September 30, 2010