I love the weather in Redding right now. I’m writing this so that in July I’ll come back and read truth…even though I’ll be seeing scorched earth and never leaving my air conditioned home. It’s good to recognize the good around us.
I love Thursday nights. My lovely husband graciously takes the boys to school on Friday mornings, which means Maya and I get to sleep in. I rarely plan anything on Fridays because I love the feeling of waking up to no plans- a rarity these days. But Thursday evenings are euphoric because I know that when my head hits the pillow, I won’t be waking up to an alarm.
I love basketball. This winter, we enrolled both of the boys in a basketball program and while they both enjoyed the season, Regan brought home the obsession. I’m so glad. Basketball was my favorite thing to play growing up and for as long as I’ve thought about having kids, I’ve wanted them to play my favorite sport. Obviously it’s not something that can be forced, so when I hear the dribble of that ball outside it just makes me smile so wide. Bart even bought and assembled a huge basketball hoop- on the gravel “RV parking” space beside our house and we dribble down the sidewalk and shoot…always hoping the ball won’t hop the fence.
I love pineapple. Did you know that if you turn an almost ripe pineapple upside down for a day, it will evenly distribute the sweetness when it’s cut up? Also strawberry season is almost upon Redding…and we have the best berries here, on roadside stands.
I love the ocean. I don’t think I could ever make a love list without including my favorite place. A few weeks ago we traveled to the coast of California. The smell alone was intoxicating, but staring at the waves just mesmerized me. My children jumped right back into the beach life, as though we never left. Even though each ocean view is different, no matter where I am, it captivates my heart.
I love birkenstocks. I own three pairs, technically four, thought I don’t wear one of the pairs because they are too big for me…so I don’t count them. Not sure why I’m still holding on to them. But anyway, every spring I look at Birks and find myself longing for another pair. I don’t need anymore right now. No. more.
I love hydrangeas. Little did I know, it’s hard to get good hydrangeas here in CA. I rarely see the big beautiful bunches that used to be a fixture in Jersey grocery stores. Last week I spied some in a new shipment the florist was unpacking and begged to buy them…lilies were stuck in each bunch- so weird and gross. Not sure what I have against lilies but they are not my favorite. One of the best things about hydrangeas is that they last forever after being cut. As long as they have fresh water, they are happy.
I love tragic-drop off- blog endings like this.