Rainy days. Grace. Lazy Sunday afternoons. The way my boy looks at me when he sees me for the first time in a long while. Lucy Belle kisses. Eggs over easy with toast. Harry Potter and all his friends. The framed quotations my mother gives me at least once a year. Gelato. Piano music. Sunflowers. Talking to people on assignments and the random/weird things they say to me. Puppy breath. Girly beer (Woodchuck, Frambois and the like.)

Luggage not lost in transit. Caliente cheese dip. True Blood and the Southern Vampire Series. Talking on the phone. Any and all kinds of pasta. Watching the stars rise and fall in the sky. Painting. Helping my friends. Chasing people and/or things on assignment. Sleeping late. By the slice pizzerias. Christmas music and the entire season.

Sunsets. Italia and time spent there. The thought of returning to my little town one day. The written word. Color corrections. Louisiana. Old photographs. The way my dog barks at the TV whenever a dog is onscreen. A good book. My boy’s smile, eyes, face and everything else. Chick flicks. Vino. Making various baked goods during the holiday season. Snuggling beneath the covers during chilly nights. Horse racing. Living in the moment.

Playing the violin to express my emotions. Laughter. My friends and family. Love.