I love my husband. I love that he frequently brings me fresh flowers.
I love my dogs. I love that they know when I'm upset, and need a furry cuddle.
I love that even though Jillian Michaels is kicking my butt, I feel good. Because I'm doing something about my fat jeans not fitting.
I love that Ansley is generally a happy baby, and loves to wave at people.
I love her birthday decor.
I love my house, though am not at all opposed to getting rid of the old carpet.
I love that as I read more of the Bible, I feel closer to the Lord.
I love that even though our babysitting situation didn't work out, we've been able to find the best possible replacement.
I love polka-dots.
I love that a dear friend who just had a baby is able to strengthen my faith.
I love that the hubs got a much needed raise.
I love crunchy leaves.
I love reading books in a bubble bath.
I love watching Ansley nervously take a few steps, only to drop to her knees and crawl at lightening speed.
I love the feeling of satisfaction and comfort that comes with writing.
I love my life.