Sleeping under my duvet on a crisp night with the window open so my nose is cold
That tight feeling on my skin after a sunscreen-y, salty and sandy day
Creamed. Spinach. Anytime. Oh. My. Goodness.
Reading a paperback book that gets wet and then dries to be twice its size
Chugging a super cold Coors Light after mowing the lawn- and the little burp that ensues. It is a little bit hysterical.
Women who accept and love and refuse to judge. They are angels of God.
My untamed hair on a beach day. It is wild and curly and crazy and fits in. Cause usually, it doesn’t.
Jumping into the pool with my gross and dirty clothes on after working like a dog in the yard on a 90-degree day.
The smell of burgers grilling
My August feet- I am pretty sure I could walk through fire with them.
I found my cousin. I never thought I would see her again.
When my guests ask me for the recipe of something I served at a dinner party. And they wait until I give it to them before they leave.
My in-laws. They make me happy. They make me feel loved.
My daily morning kiss on my forehead from My Michael.
REGINA PIZZA. Cheese. Red pepper flakes. A little sprinkle of salt. God is Good.
A raspberry lime rickey
My snakeskin cowboy boots
My morning walks with Dex
Cooking. All the time. Period.
The fact that I just looked over and saw My Michael busting a move to the Bee Gees. I wish you were here. Now. To see him. All your troubles would momentarily disappear.
Laughing so hard that my Pepsi comes out of my nose