I love returning home after a hard yoga practice, feeling rinsed out, happy, and strong.
I love sitting down on the sofa with my boys and an armful of books, enjoying their enjoyment.
I love the way a cold, evening, November rain makes everything feel a little bit warmer and cozier on the inside.
I love the comforting sound of laundry in the dryer.
I love the way applying mascara instantly makes me feel ready for the day.
I love reading a book and feeling that sense of connection, that sense of, “Yes! Me too!”.
I love stealing a smooch from my husband while the kids are in another room.
I love being surprised by our kids’ never ending new knowledge.
I love a good pair of slippers.
I love the way a good cup of coffee instantly feels familiar and known.
I love reading through cookbooks, just because.
I love the anticipation of opening a card or letter from a friend.
I love walking into a room, carrying a baby on my hip.
I love the way my kids insist on receiving a hug and kiss before I leave the house.
I love the way my husband lights up when he sees our daughter.
I love the way my daughter lights up when she sees her daddy.
I love the way a single encouraging word can change someone’s day.
I love the way an episode of Gilmore Girls signals both then and now.
I love the way music instantly lightens the air and lifts the spirit.
I love the way that clean counter tops feels a little bit like a clear head.
I love the way quiet evenings remind me that it’s ok to be alone, to be still.
I love preparing meals and treats for the people I love.
I love having a baby on the floor beside me as I cook dinner.
This, this is what’s true. This is what’s lovely.