Things you Love

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Scents of people I Love. My Girlfriend, My Nana, My Uncle, My Dad.Her Perfume and natural scent, the smell of Tide and old house, Red axe and cigarrettes, and grease/gasoline and paint.

i also love the way objects can be lit up as if it were daylight, either by the full moon or the purple tint they get during a lightning flash, the gleam cats get in their eyes when the light hits them, and i love it when things work after you put them back together thats always nice

I love to hear my kids laugh. I love to watch them sleep. I love when my dog puts his his head on my lap and looks up at me. I love the smell of babies and I love to be held when I go to sleep.

Napping in my hammock under a corregated aluminum roof in the middle of a tropical rainstorm in Venezuela near the white sand beach. Too bad I live in San Diego. I'm this close from packing after posting that.

Sleeping on a beach, watching storms out over the ocean, the smell of fresh cut grass, when winter turns to spring or summer to fall, aaaand...stepping on a dead leaf that has a nice crunch to it. I hate when they look crunchy but don't crunch. It's a tease....

oooo...idk lol I meant grass actually haha. I'll fix it.

Lol I make those kinds of mistakes, too. It usually happens when I'm writing - it happened yesterday during class when my I was writing a summarization of a portion of this article on fast food and how it affects people, and I was writing "The writer's opinion can be pointed out in share," when he had asked me what the Share portion of the class direction was. When I finally got back to my notebook, I had found that I accidentally written "share" instead of the beginning of my point and I was forced to cross it out. My friend, seeing this, laughed so hard...I don't think this would've happened regularly, but my friend has a similar problem and she told me about it and I kind of think I somehow "picked it up" from her by hoping I didn't do that, too, or wondering if that would ever happen to me.

I like days where it's bright and sunny, but there are still those white puffy clouds randomly placed in the sky. overgrown, shady, gardens/parks/forests. the sea of lights on the ground, at night, that you can see from a hill or any elevated place(lights created by cars/street lights/ etc...). waking up on the weekend at the crack of dawn when nobody else is awake yet. looking at pictures of lightning streaks over a city at night. leaves peppered all over the ground in fall. the smell of cigarettes (because it reminds me of my mom)

I love the way the air smells after a soft afternoon rain, and how it smells slightly bitter sweet when hay and grass is freshly cut. I love the smell of a wood burning stove on a fall afternoon. I love to hear children laugh that deep belly laugh only they can make. I love to watch the leaves blow in the wind and dance across the lawn. I love the smell of freshly brewed coffee any time of the day. I love the way the smells of my mom’s cooking floats out side as you’re walking up the sidewalk to the porch. I love the way my dad’s sweater jacket still smells like his cologne long after it’s been washed. I love to watch my kitten and Chihuahua sleeping on the couch beside me as I write in my notebooks. I love it when the sun reflects off of the lake; it looks like thousands of tiny sparkles are just drifting in the waves. I like watching my kitten bat at the fish tank with her paws because she wants to catch the fish swimming inside.

I don't know exactly things I love, but I can describe few of my precious moments or experiences...1)Listening to a song on the piano with weird chords (like C#add9, F#6), on a rainy Sunday evening....2)Every ways my ex-girlfriends used to irritate me and the small fights after them. I prefer to love moments when someone disagree s with me...3) Drinking red wine with my closest friends in a small tavern hundreds kilometers away from any city.4) Being a part of a circle and it's very important living with some people you know so well...5) Starring at the old painting above my piano and thinking how my life could be, if I was living as a farmer in medieval ages

The kids I take care of Pam (the lady I work for was putting Bella to bed)and pam said to bella "who loves you more than mommy and daddy?" and usually she will say "Jesus".. and tonight she said me! it was pretty cute. I love these children! Cuddling up watching Backyardigans and Diego before they go to bed.

This is a lovely thread that really reminds me what is important.

I know what you mean, Pete. The little things in life. It's really nice to see so many people actually taking the time to "stop and smell the roses". As for myself?I love walking into a room to find my cat sitting like this . Or the way my guitar sounds after I've put fresh strings on it--the feeling is like I wiped the slate clean and it has a fresh sound to it; like the day I bought it. The feeling of looking at someone you don't even know, and seeing their eyes light up as their mouths curve upwards for a smile as they reciprocate yours. The feeling I get when I've heard a song and it just puts me into a state of relaxation. Or seeing a band on stage enjoying themselves immensely--that makes me want to do it more. Or the sound of a calm night as it snows. But best of all, that feeling as you're sleeping right before you transition from eyes closed into rem sleep.

When your bed still has the scent of that certain someone from the night before.

That warm, fuzzy feeling you get after you've had a really deep/crazy dream also when I've gotten up early enough to think about it and what different things in the dream could have meant.

I love pushing the accelerator into the floor when I'm driving, although I only do it a few times a week to prolong the life of my truck (my mom's car is another story). I also like making people laugh, rubbing my tongue over my teeth after I've brushed them, looking up whenever a plane flies overhead and wishing I was the pilot, and checking out other cars and/or trucks that catch my attention.