Mr. Curry pulling me onto the bed with him to snuggle; smelling his armpits.
Lola and friend jumping from behind pillar and screaming BAZINGA at Mr. Curry, Ever and I
my body, strong despite disease, still able to exercise, have sex, run, dance, pee and poop
getting published at The Development Set my first long form piece, very proud
starbucks doubleshot
my dog Katie, Katalini, Tortellini, Torta, Space-Bat
talking to Dakota on the phone for an hour
Ever putting makeup on only one eyebrow
Rubios salmon tacos, guacamole and chips
my bookshelves full of books
when people say 'oh sweet baby jesus'
the feeling of getting to lay down and sleep when i am exhausted, which is often
the weather today, pointedly, that it was not 98 degrees again
the feeling when i've submitted a story or an article that i worked hard on, which i did today
face peels
facial serums that 'drench' and 'quench' and 'renew'
oils: coconut, avocado, olive
flea combing Katie and washing the fleas off the comb down the drain, every night. sometimes i do Wolfie too, but he doesn't sleep in the bed. they still have a scattering of fleas, even though i bathe them, comb them, and vacuum every day.
Ever, Lola, Ian, Dakota
my husband is my best friend and my person and we continue to be so lucky to be hot as hell between the sheets, such luck, and i am still, even more, in love with him than ever, so in love, butterfly in stomach when i see him unexpectedly in love, and he with i, and luck, luck, and hard work and endurance and courage on both our parts, and love, love, love
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