I love fall.
I love freedom.
I love dreaming.
I love music.
I love not just simply music...I love the complexity of music, the way it makes you feel so amazing. Every tone every beat...
I love languages and accents.
I love laughing. I mean really laughing; not the superficial "I'm laughing because everyone else thought this moment was funny" laugh. The real heart-warming, ab-hurting, out-of-breath laughing.
I love climbing.
I love jeans and white socks. (and hardwood floors in jeans and white socks)
I love chacos.
I love taking pictures.
I love being with the kind of friends who make you silly. The kind that have that...I don't know... for lack of a better word, that way about them that gets you to be a kid again.
I love mountains.
I love candles.
I love photography. (I mean I really really really love photography. I am not an expert by ANY means, but I do take great joy in attempting.)
I love feet. (I don't like touching feet; I actually hate touching feet, but I do like the way feet look. The thought of feet, the essence of a foot so to say... They take you everywhere. Pardon anyone who is lacking feet, I'm sure whatever you may have is wonderful as well.)
I love listening.
I love the brain.
I love puppies. No, wait, correction... I love babies-- All premature things I guess. I love baby dogs, baby cats, baby humans, baby chimpanzees, baby turtles, baby horses, baby bears, baby_____. All of them.
I love helping.
I love the lack of drama. (Although it is hard to escape)
I love Jesus.
I hate the way I used love to describe the way I feel about candles and the way I feel about my savior. There is no way I could compare the two with the same word...