By SheelaR

I love clever branding.  I’ve had a Starbucks iced coffee cup sitting in my car for several days now, and this morning, the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of that iconic green straw.  In that brief moment I wanted to be in the pacific northwest. My brain totally associated that green straw with Seattle, a place I just happen to love, and you can’t think of Seattle without thinking of Starbucks.  Great job, Starbucks!

I love my Rolex. My dad gave me a Rolex for my 25th birthday and I’d hardly worn it until about a month ago. Now, I can’t stop feeling for it on my wrist every time I need a quick feeling of love. Although, Rolex is typically symbolic of luxury it’s different for me.  Its beauty is a reminder of the beauty of my relationship with my father. Not because he gave me an expensive watch, but because he said that it’s beauty reminded him of me. How can I not love my beautiful pink Rolex?

I love sitting on my patio early in the morning.  I live for the quiet stillness of early summer mornings.  Sometimes I close my eyes, not to sleep, but to enjoy moments that only that time of the day can provide.  The sound of birds singing; squirrels shimming up trees and the absolute stillness of my quite suburban backyard. Those moments don’t require anything from me, but my appreciation for my gifts and blessing.

I love the smell of freshly laundered bed linens.  I’ve got a linen closet full of sheets, pillow cases, blankets and stuff.  However, I always seem to go for the ones in the dryer.  I love the warmth, smell and softness that newly dried sheets have. I put them on my bed right before I lie down and lay my face directly on the bed.  I can almost imagine how swaddled babies must feel. The warmth and security of a blanket, the softness of a mothers bosom and that familiar smell of someone you love.

I love brief gentle kisses coupled with long loving hugs. A long hug is an opportunity to feel like I’m experiencing the depths of his soul. It’s a brief moment of love and passion. I want to feel like every time he puts his arms around me, but it has to start with that kiss. Not a long wet bothersome kiss, but a tender flash of love.

Those are some of the things that I love 🙂