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These are a Few of my Favorite Things...

In lieu of a Valentine's post about one type of love, I want to leave you with a list of things that make me smile, and I hope they make you smile, and I hope you see God's love for you through them - which, in my opinion, is the most important type of love.  Without simple pleasures time spent with loved ones, both romantic and otherwise, would not be the same.  We have to take time to appreciate the little things whether we are alone or in other's company. 

These 30 things curl my toes up and put a permanent glow about me... 


1. Walking Barefoot in the Grass
2. Savory Breakfast
3. Good Wine
4. Laughing Til I Cry
5. Rootbeer Floats
6. A Hammock and a Good Book
7. The Changing of the Seasons
8. Snuggling Under a Fuzzy Blanket
9. Long Bike Rides
10. Dressing up to Go Out
11. Gene Kelly Movies
12. Holding Hands
13. Receiving Snail Mail
14. Picnics
15. Warm Chocolate Chip Cookies
16. French Pressed Coffee
17. Road trips
18. Scavenger Hunts
19. Strawberry Lemonade
20. Fresh Flowers
21. Fresh Guacamole and Margaritas
22. Fairs/Festivals/Yard Sales/Flea markets
23. Floppy Earred Bunnies and Shaggy Dogs
24. A Cup of Tea and a Long Conversation
25. Going to Sporting Events
26. Really Good Sushi
27. Spontanaeity
28. The Feeling in the Air Before it Snows
29. Cultural Differences
30. Laying on a Raft in a Pool







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