Things I love...

Summer rainstorms.
Rainstorms any time.
A good book.
A bed strewn with pillows.
A caramel latte.
Black coffee with dessert.
Dark hair.
Green eyes.
Red nail polish.
Wrinkled faces.
Starlight.
3am.
Sunrise. When you haven't slept yet.
A good game of air hockey.
Bon Jovi.
David Cook.
Tattoos.
Travelling by boat.
Attending weddings.
Pictures of Greece.
Great love songs. Like Seabreeze.
Chicken marsala.
Tiramisu.
Tree houses.
A swing in the yard.
Decorating desserts.
Cooking soup.
The children in Haiti.
The Sea of Galillee.
The springs of Ein Gedi.
Saying good morning.
Being called love. And kid. And little one.
Photography that captures perfection in the mundane.
An afternoon at my Nonna's house.
That moment in the Atlanta snow.
Quotes scribbled anywhere.
Handwriting.
Invitations in calligraphy.
Wet ink pens.
Pencil drawings.
Having my secrets discovered.
Letters in the mail.
Firm handshakes, warm hugs, soft kisses.
Fresh kiwi.
Men's cologne.
Summer dresses.
Feeling delighted in.
Christmas time.
Stillettos.
White candles.
The word valor.
Little boys in pillowcase capes.
Little girls in dress up wings.
Real handkerchiefs.
Walking with an umbrella.
Pink hydrangea with cream roses.
Black cherries.
British accents.
Accents in general.
Rooms full of windows.
Walking through gardens.
Being alone with Him in beautiful places.
A kiss on the hand.
Playing Mario Brothers on Super Nintendo.
Beaches at night.
Autumn weather.
Winter coats.
Casablanca, the movie.
Suits, ties and cufflinks.
Pocket watches.
Writing in beautiful places.
Laughing until my ribs ache.
Singing in the car.
Wind in my hair.
Breakfast at night.
Dinner with friends.
Drive-in movies.
Arcades.
Wrinkled hands.
Grand pianos.
Electric guitars.
Anything by C.S. Lewis.
People playing with my hair.
Driving with the windows down.
Antique telephones.
Impressionist paintings.
Getting dressed up. Ballgowns any day.
4 wheelers. Mud tracks.
A ride on a jet ski.
Thai food. And sushi.
The mixed CD he made me.
Going for a hike.
White Christmas lights. Strung up any time.
Banyan trees.
Slow dancing when there is no music.
Dipping my hand into a running stream.
Waves on the ocean.
Driving over bridges.
Stretching.
Riding horses.
Going out barefoot.
Vacationing on an island.
Lying in a hammock.
The smell of the ocean.
A nap in the sun.
Walking into a cold store on a hot day.
Getting drenched in the rain.
Being spontaneous.
The words subtle and seldom.
Praying with teenagers.
Tear-soaked shoulders.
Speaking to leaders.
Dreaming when I'm awake.
You. And not just for reading this lengthy list. <3