1. I love my husband.
Bob and I met online back in 1998. He was separated from his wife at the time and not looking to meet anyone. I had just got a computer and was enjoying meeting new friends on line. We e-mailed back and forth for a while and then he finally gave me his phone number so I could talk to him and finally be convinced that he was not some crazy axe murderer from Ohio. We finally met and I knew he was the one. After his divorce became final he moved to California. We got engaged in 2003 at a Fourth of July concert at Raley Field. He had got up to get something and when he came back, I looked over and he was on one knee. I thought he had tripped and then I saw the ring. My answer to his all important question? "Are you serious?" (he will never let me forget that.) I love my husband because I enjoy his company. I love the fact that we can talk about anything. We have fun together. I am so comfortable around him. I am a pretty solitary person, and if he were not around I would probably end up as one of those crazy cat ladies with about 50 cats. (My goal in life is to have enough money to be "eccentric" instead of just "weird") I sometime wish I had known him when we were both younger.
2. I love my parents.
I was the caboose child. Mom & Dad had a 13 year old and a 15 year old and were entering their 40's when I came in the picture. They took an active part in my life volunteering in school and after school activities. They were strict but loving parents. They expected much of me so I came to expect much of myself. Both of my parents were born in the 20s and lived through the Great Depression and WWII. They gave me a good solid grounding and life, a great moral compass, and good values. If someone needed a helping hand, they would do what ever they could to give them support. I don't mean money. They taught me the value of just being there for someone. I know as a teenager I struggled for Independence and thought they were fuddy duddies, but as I got older, I came to appreciate their wisdom and patience. I lost my Dad in 1999 and my Mom in 2002. There is not a day that I do not think about them or utilize some of the knowledge that they passed on to me.
3. I love a good book.
There is nothing like losing yourself in the pages of a good book. There have been some books I could not put down. Others, were so well written that I could visualize the locales, seeing the sights, smelling the scents and even losing myself in the characters. My parents encouraged reading. Lunch at home meant sitting at the table with my bowl of spaghetti O's and reading. Some of my favorite books are "Cannery Row" by John Steinbeck, the "Little House" books by Laura Ingalls Wilder, "Under the Tuscan Sun", the "Harry Potter" books, and historical fiction.
4. I love the sound of cats purring.
When one of my kitties curls up on my chest and the purr begins, it is such a contented sound. All is right with the world.
5. I love being inside during a storm and listening to the wind howl and rage outside while I am warm and cozy inside. It reminds me just how blessed I am in life.
6. I love the ocean. There is something about the ocean that recharges my soul. I think it might be the blood of my Viking ancestors. I love the walking with my toes in the water. (Even when its freezing cold) I love sand between my toes, the roar of the waves, looking for shells and sea glass and the smell of the sea air.
7. I love to create/craft things. I enjoy the whole creative process be it sewing, knitting, writing or any other of my many creative endeavors.
I will now tag Serena, Clare, Hazel, Cheryl, Jamie and Jerry
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