These are things that I love.
I mean love love, not things that I geek out over.
God, above all else.
Jimmy, my husband and best friend.
My daughter, EV, and Baby Peppercorn, who should be making an appearance this fall!
Then there’s my family (which includes my mother, father, sister, two brothers, in-laws, cousins, aunts, uncles, future nieces and nephews, german and non-german grandparents, and those friends of mine who will never feel like they aren’t family).
And my multitude of friends. Close ones, far ones, tall ones, short ones, happy ones, funny ones, ones I’ve worked with, and everything in between. Book-enthusiasts, car-enthusiasts, food-enthusiasts. Even ones that don’t really think we are friends. We are. Trust me. (Not meant to be creepy, by the way.)
I love my readers and coaches and teachers and future children and future readers and future coaches and future teachers.
I love my new hometown. And my old hometown. And all my future dwellings. And all my past dwellings.
I love my kitties, because it feels right to love animals that love you back.
I love writing and reading and singing. I love fantasizing and living in other worlds.
And I love you. I know, I know. It doesn’t seem possible that I could love you, especially if I don’t know you, but believe me, I do. I love that you are you, I love that you can be anything you want to be. And I’ll do my best to be there for you. I’ll read your letters and take your calls and listen to your messages and respond to the best of my abilities.
I’ve been told I have a big heart. Let me share it with you.