My amazing, indescribable, beautiful, healthy children, who love me so unconditionally I am humbled everyday. They make me laugh, they enthrall me with insights one could never imagine in beings so young, they tell me they love me ten times a day, they take care of me if I'm sick, write me precious notes, and damn they're getting good at cleaning!
My mother lion. Enough said.
Todd, hands-down the best father I've ever known, one hell of a provider, a gracious friend, and thankfully, a willing and capable cook.
Friends who are so fantastic I've gotten home two nights in a row as the sun was coming up because they are just.that.great. Friends who will stand beside me in an ambush, make sense of the truly senseless, listen without prejudice, and continue to offer the ever-elusive perspective.
Red bell peppers, my favourite food. (Note: A green bell pepper is not the same, I am eating one now, and am sorely disappointed.)
Meeting new people.
Dasani water (1 ltr.) bottles being on sale for 99 cents.
Truth, as it is in such short supply.
Sharpie gluttony. Good god.
Sam. I know I said friends but she's in a league of her own. There are no words.
Mesina. She's in her own league as well, but abroad. In a few short weeks I will have loved you for 20 years (holy shit!), and I will continue to do so well past eternity.
I mean, Kirkland wipes, obviously.
New activities, new scenery.
Being asked by someone I just met "How did you learn to speak so well?"
Seeing the words "President Obama" every morning.
Elyse hugging me, "Cheyemme."
Visits on the patio.
Being on a run of excellent books.
Nordstrom's liberal return policy.
Love in unexpected places.
Santa Cruz Limeade.
Music. What I salvaged from the wreckage.
Brainless television, because shit, I can't be all reasonable and philosophical 24 hours a day.
The soy yogurts that do not taste like shit.
Knowing everything that I know, regardless of how I came to know it, even the things that felt like they might kill me.