Those big eyes. Those smoochy cheeks. That soft, flyaway hair. That's actually three things.
2. Neither of my parents have been in the hospital this month. Or last month. I cannot tell you how much easier life is when they are both living in the same place.
3. The batch of organic greens that was delivered to the house this week was particularly good. The kale was fluffy, but not too toughy, cukes were big and smooth, Romaine was sturdy. I can't remember what else we received because it was all good and disappeared quickly. I love having organic produce dropped off at our house every other week. If you'd like that too, and you live in central Florida, check out SPACE GIRL ORGANICS.
4. I'm thankful I finally have enough sheets for all the beds in the house. For years, I've had mismatched, worn sheets. After 40 years of marriage and three youngin's, this is to be expected. Over the past two years, I've slowly restocked the sheets shelf in my linen closet. I now have complete sets and enough sets to spread around.
5. My Visa card balance is 0. I'm sure this won't last.
6. I had enough leftovers in the 'fridge over the weekend that I didn't have to cook once. I'm going to stretch that into three days by having cereal for dinner tonight.
7. I happened to see this guy today.
Mr. Rubio himself stopped by a small local diner not far from my house this afternoon. My son and I got pretty close. I like Marco, even though he will likely not go further after we Floridians vote tomorrow. Maybe he'll just come back to Florida and hang out at the local diner.
8. I love my aqua-fit class. I've been exercising for 30 years and I'm still fighting the same 15 pounds. When I got sick two years ago, I was carrying 20 pounds in addition to that dogged 15. Through aqua-fit, I shed the 20, so I'm really just back to square one, but I have to wonder...what kind of weight would I be carrying had I not begun shaking my booty in the water four days a week?
9. I'm grateful for cinnamon raisin Ezekiel bread. I've adjusted to the mulch-like consistency, and it satisfies my carb craving. I've really come to enjoy Ezekiel bread. Toasted. With cream cheese.
Oh. I already mentioned him, didn't I?
He's on my mind because I got to babysit the boy this past weekend. I held him and rocked him and sniffed his soft head and sang to him. We had a date. And it didn't cost either of us a dime.