Today I love early morning routine and the fact that some people have them and I sometimes get to witness that. I love kids at breakfast time, the way they seem to be trying to figure out how these days just keep on happening and they all seem the same, yet different in subtle ways. I love the rattle of the kitchen and the rumble of the stairway, love how it brings to mind my own childhood school day mornings. I love remembering those days, the chance to reconnect with friends I hadn’t seen in hours, the structure of the school day, the opportunity to practice stealthy note passing and trade in the commodities market of secrets. I love that, although I spent every waking minute of my youth and childhood longing to be an adult, I find myself to now be jealous of these young souls and the opportunities of youth that I took for granted back then. I love that I still retain much of my youth in my heart and soul, and that my sense of humor is still truly and wholly mine and that it sees the comedy in my thoughts of just packing a bagged lunch and wandering off to school with these children whom I am jealous of the lives of.
Today I love all the food that was placed in front of me yesterday. I love adventures and food adventures are high on that list. I love finding out that I like or even that I dislike some things because that adds to my experiences. I love that my life will be full when I am done with it because I refuse to waste it on grumbling and routines when I could be laughing and smiling and stepping outside of the queues that might not be necessary. I love that even though it took me a long time to figure this out, I figured it out and it’s now a solid part of my life.
Today I love mangoes. I love people who knit and crochet with passion. I love when they create things joyously with those skills. I love that people can get excited about doing things like that, things that take more patience than I could muster. I love remembering trying to knit a dishcloth and giving up after many mistakes and six months of picking it up and putting it down over and over again and finally realizing that it hurt my head to work with my hands like that.
Today I love drinking coffee while I write these words and the children I’m visiting rumble around getting ready for school.