Magnolia Flowers.
Perfect Grass.
The way light plays before it cedes into night.
Sunsets.
Mountains.
The ocean, rivers, creeks.
Sunflowers.
Venus's eyes in Botticelli's The Birth of Venus.
Really great food.
Cooking barefoot.
Drinking Mango Sweet-Tea Slushes on my porch while looking at the stars.
Feeling like my hammock is hugging me.
Clean Sheets.
Solitude after a noisy, chaotic day.
Charming, Chivalrous, Christian men.
Feeding people.
Hosting Parties.
Winning.
Clean Soccer. Spanish Soccer, German Soccer, Gerard Pique.
Italian(s).
A very good cappuccino.
Languages.
Being comfortable with someone.
Arguments that end in respect.
Pranks.
Dressing up.
That moment when a seemingly useless piece of information becomes useful.
Contagious smiles/laughs.
Emotions strong enough to bypass judgement.
Cuddling with my dog.
Sitting by fires.
Waterfalls.
The smell and taste of fresh Basil.
The Notebook.
When God humbles me.
Finishing a stressful task.
Looking at the valleys from the top of a mountain.
Surprises.
History.
When it storms without thunder.
1. So I am not afraid.
2. Because I get to play in the rain.
Being chased.
Traveling.
Late Night talks with God.
Every single line, expression, and drop of epicness in Gladiator.
The book of Ephesians.
Thought-out gifts.
Thinking up gifts.
Beautiful music.
The illegal fear that creeps into me when I drive barefoot.
When churches feel like a house of God.
Watching people sing their national anthems.
Finding the perfect seating position so that you can roll the car windows down without hair blinding you.
Latin American Literature.
Hand Written Letters.
Old-ness.
My Marmot Kompressor.
My Vibrams.
75 Degree Weather.
Empty Beaches.
My growing "Italy" fund.
Falling.
And then getting up.
...to be continued.
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