"I love..." post! I love my blog readers so much! I love the sweet and uplifting comments you leave. I love that two of you guys mailed me packages of heart shaped marshmallows that I'd been whining about not being able to find! (Linda and Laura, you girls made my day!) I love random thoughtfulness.
glitter on my fingertips. I love stacks of fabric, barn wood, and jars of paintbrushes.
natural weave cotton. I love a garbage can filled with small scraps of brightly colored fabrics. I love little dollies taking shape beside my sewing machine. I love a pile of "done."
valentine garland Ava made for us. I love how cheery a string of red hearts is.
my boys during football games. I love it when they're bunched up tightly, close to the screen, daddy pointing out blocks and calling plays and explaining positions. I love my gangly son, eager to learn. I love that they do football passing in the house during commercials. (And they better not break any more lamps because I've gone through way too many over the years! Ha!)
whispering words of love into their ears, and showing them fun things. I love being an Auntie.
crazy long eyelashes. I love surprising my kids with yummy chocolate milk after school. I love trying to make their life fun.
french braiding Ava's hair. I love mornings. I love having my babies around me.
waggy tail all day long.
everything in place. (The rest of my hidden space looks nothing like this! If it's not seen, I could usually care less how it looks, but I do take my cooking and baking seriously.)
bearing gifts like flowers. I love bright pops of pretty color on my counter top. I love friends. I love Amy Parsons.
special events. I love scrawling "ROAD TRIP" over an entire week. I love making plans. I love that I have a girls weekend date for my book club planned.
cafe cups. I love white dishes. I love setting out tea and fixings for weekly bible study.
stupid. I love that he got me a blooming rose "card" that I pretty much hated on sight, but after I heard the story of how rushed and crazy he was, yet still took time for ME, I loved it. I love that he still loves me after all these years. He's quite a catch. I love that.
four straight days in bed, resting and reading a fantastic book. I love that my bedroom is soothing. I love that once, I took the time to make it so, and now when I need it, it's ready for me.
beyond what they are expecting. I love delighting them. I love leaving goodies on their beds for after school discovery.
completely still for me. I love his big, bright smile. I love my orange and white checkered shirt. I love that when I'm sick, my family loves on me.
being gluten free. I love that my man knows how to rock an ugly hockey jersey with the best of them. I love that he is convinced that he's related to the goalie, Martin Brodeur. I hate saying good bye, but I love having a guy who whole heartedly makes the moments count before he flies out.
old red box. I love moving things so they make better sense. I love that my studio is the best room in the house for that. I love how it's becoming so "me." I love being able to call my Dad to get help. I love seeing my Daddy on the doorstep, tool box in hand, ready to rescue us! I love having him show me how to relight a pilot light, and not being made to feel so stupid because I couldn't figure it out all by my self.
ripping off blue painter's tape. I love it when the laundry's done. I love the quiet that descends after a big project. I love the kind of tired that means I did something.
cute fabric fox on a tee shirt. I love creating out of fabric. I love her goofy dance moves. I love her funny poses. I love her sparkling blue eyes.
bursts of happiness at the end of the day. I love it when the UPS man drops something on the front porch. I love watching my dog go crazy because she thinks she's running him off.
I love days when my man gets on a plane and comes home after he's been gone, even if it's at 4 in the morning.) I love not having to check all the door locks before bed... and then check them a few more times, "just in case." (Call me crazy, but I'm sure they can pop open if I don't make sure...) I love feeling safe and being protected once he's home again. I love being wrapped in big, strong arms and I love his unconditional love. I love baking brownies for his homecoming. I love it when my Dad pops in unexpectedly and helps me hot glue fabric strips on the back of chicken wire memo boards and eats my oranges and tests my brownies.
cute dishtowels. And actually, I might have crossed the line of "love" to a place of downright obnoxious obsession. They are some of my favorite kitchen accessories. Whenever I find a cute one, I do a little dance in my heart. This one has... wait for it.. a CUPCAKE embroidered on it!! I know, right? I recently purchased some iron-on transfers to embroider those vintagey sweet "days of the week" dishtowels. (I grew up drying dishes with my mama's and I'd just like to say I'm so happy I have a dishwasher as adult. Oh how I hated not having one as a kid.) Anyway, I love that someday... when I get my act together and figure out HOW to embroider, I am going to have a set of those dishtowels. (Now I just need some sweet little grandma to take me under her wing and teach me. Or something like that. It can't be that hard, can it?)
melts it all an hour later. It's called "Life in the Pacific Northwest." I love that children are compelled to go outside when snowflakes are falling... and mostly I love the fact that I hadn't put all of our snow gear away yet!
perfect polish color. As I swam with Nurse Nicki the other day, and looked at my chipping red toenail polish, I realized it was time for a winter pedicure. (I'm horrible at that when I don't have to wear flip flops and sandals.) I wanted a pretty nude color and found one I loved by Essie. "Mamba." So soft and wearable. (And it kind of matched my purse... not that I'd ever do that intentionally. I'm just saying. Okay... I might do that.)
cuddling two year old nieces and watching Veggie Tales that my own hoodlums have outgrown.
I love pretty.
How about you guys- what did you love about February?!