- My family - I've got a wonderful husband that puts up with me all the time, children that (mostly) make me laugh, and relatives that love me and treat me well. It's GOOD.
- My sister-in-law that made juvenile jokes with me as we tried to make up storylines that made the scenes in "Stephen King's The Stand" a little more child friendly
"Oh, they're HUGGING. Isn't that nice??" "And that face he made right there? That's because Michael Keaton totally just let one rip." "Yeah, I'd make that face, too. Especially if I lost consciousness like he did." "Oh, I think he's taking a nap. ... After playing in the fingerpaints and getting messy."
- HAM. Because it is delicious.
- Holding H, because (even though I didn't get baby envy, but) it seems like maybe I've learned something by having two babies of my own. (If you haven't read it already, RUN and get a copy of "The Happiest Baby on the Block." Seriously. LIFESAVER!!!!)
- Seeing my Nana ... and that Bunny gives her hugs and kisses readily.
- That my kidlets are as excited to see my family as I am.
- That my kidlets pray for their whole family
- That, when Bruise prays, he says "Big Grandpa" instead of "Great-Grandpa." It makes me laugh.
- How Bunny tells stories. It must be in the genes.
- How I can see bits of my childhood self in my children.
- That I have the chance to help them be better/cooler/less-crazy-in-the-head than I was/am.
- Church. Because it makes me happy. ... Even though some of my family and friends don't understand how it can.
- I'm able to serve with the Young Women. It feels like home. It's like my reward for serving in Cub Scouts (I was not always the most effective ... or the best fit. I enjoy my girls so much. I get the chance to get to know them ... which I never seemed to get to do with the boys.)
So, I give a "Ho! Ho! Ho! What would you like for Christmas?" in the gruffest, Santa-iest voice I can do (i.e., not all that low, gruff, or masculine).
And she says, "I want a pony! Can you give me a pony?!?"
And I go, "Ho! Ho! Ho!" ... because I'm NOT promising her a pony. I don't know if her parents have room for one. And it's not like I have a pony, anyways, to give her.
So I typed back, "No, I'm not cursing your name.