the smell of may flowers with the waxy whiteness of the blooms.
I love seeing my grand daughter's hand prints on the window.
They say she was here.
I love that the lowest tec toy was the biggest hit of our Easter. Children begging for a turn, waiting to hear the slapping of the duck's feet on the ground.
I love that I work in a small New England college town. I work on Main street, this is my view.
And this too. The church my daughter grew up in and was married in.
I love that cleaning out a drawer I found a ufo from last year. It was thrown aside when husband got sick. I love that I found it and can finish it with a glad heart.
What do you love most about life?
R.I.P Dick Clark I spent many a Saturday morning watching you.
And many new years eves celebrating with you.