I love quiet, and I love kind neighbors who sit on porches and say hello. I love little tasks like walking down to the thrift store and washing dishes and flipping eggs in a cast-iron skillet. I love leaving behind the house and its messes when the sun is out and the day is warm and lively. I love drinking coffee at the kitchen counter when the clouds come and Reed stands on his stool at the sink and plays with a spatula.
I love making little boys laugh.
I love the little dandelions poking out their little leaves in my herb garden. Soon I will pull them from the ground, but for now I delight in their tiny green bodies. I spotted the furled, crimson leaves of bleeding hearts today, too, just barely surfacing. I love them as well. And I love all the geese on the river and the middle-school cross-country team that runs by and the afternoon light in our western window. I love every leaf-bud on the lilac bushes.