That Which I Love

I'm in a really good mood today. Don't ask me why. There is nothing special about the day. We've had the usual morning at home. I've been cooking, cleaning, straightening, bathing, dressing, changing, wiping, scrubbing, feeding, showering, and entertaining, just the same as I do every morning. Typically by now, 10 a.m., I am ready to throw in the towel, crawl back in bed, and pull the covers up while Jace snoozes. But, not today. Today, I am sitting on my bed, my made bed, looking out my window at the beautiful spring morning. I love the sun. It's healing. It makes me happy. And this got me thinking about the things I love today. I'll list a few for you, for me, for...whoever.

I love Jace's stinky, slobbery, morning breath, kisses. Nobody lays a wet one on me like Jace.
I love that Izzy cuddles next to me in the morning when she is still drowsy with sleep. She drapes her legs over mine and we lay there tangled while she tells me about last nights dreams.
I love that my husband shuts the window before he leaves to work because he knows the sounds of the chirping birds ANNOY me at six in the morning.
I love the sun. I love everything about it. The heat, the sweat, the sunburn, the summer.
I love my lotion. It smells like apples. It makes me feel sweet. ('Feel' being the operative word)
I love that my grandma, Izzy's great grandma, comes to get her every Thursday for dance class.
I love that when I got into the shower this morning that the soap scum build up that has been forming in our 'luxury' shower had been scrubbed away...by my husband.
I love that Jace went down for his nap this morning without a fight.
I love the way Izzy plays with her brother. She is his biggest fan, and he hers.
I love my new blue toe nail polish. It's rockin!
I love that my hair was done yesterday so that today all I had to do was rat and spray. Easy peasy.
I love my new book, 'The Girl Who Played With Fire." It's the second book in a trilogy. Lovin it.
I love that the book I'm in the process of writing has not played out in my mind fully. This way, it is a surprise to me as well as to those who are reading along with me.
I love that my sister tells me every insignificant detail in her life. What's on the calender for the next 9 months, how she needs to get a lunch box for Gabe to take lunch to school in, her need to start on girls camp crafts/ideas, her frustrations, her kids problems, her problems, and everything in between. It makes me feel important.
I love my parents. I love that my mom takes an active role in my kids lives and calls everyday to ask how they are. I love that my dad invited us over for Chinese food without any prompting from my mom. I love that my mom thinks I'm better than I really am. I love that my dad tells bedtime stories to Izzy that take me back to a time I remember well. A very happy time.
I love my house. It's not big. It's not small. It's perfect for us.
I love that Izzy reminds me everyday to read scriptures to her.
I love that Scott will drop anything, anytime, to meet my needs. He is selfless, he is kind, he is generous, and I am deeply in love with him.
I'm learning to love myself a little more everyday.
I love my Savior. I love that he has provided for me all the things of which I speak.

I pretty much love my life today. Just wanted you to know....