- Being married to Ryan.
- The colors of the sky.
- The first moment I step into a hot bath.
- The wind as I race my bicycle down a hill.
- Flipping the pages of an old book.
- My imagination.
- Being silent in an art museum.
- Holding my grandmother's hand.
- Saying 'I love you.' And meaning it.
- That my husband can read a book about math while I paint.
- The feel of clean sheets when I get into bed.
- Photography.
- To dance in my living room.
- The feel of a solid hug.
- To travel.
. And not necessarily in that particular order .
. *smile* .


1 comment:
we love your poetry too :>)
mom and grandma
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