On counting them

the smell of hairspray,

the way it feels to slide your finger over the page as you turn it,

yellow, seafoam green, teal, robin's egg blue,

wooden crates,

ceiling fans,

chalkboard paint,

radicchio,

bravery,

story-telling,

paint brushes,

water,

trusting in it,

lavender hand soap,

japanese masking tape,

spelling 'check' as 'cheque',

the ocean,

friday night lights,

the smell of a theatre,

the sound of tiny feet pat-pat-pattering as they run across the porch,

the type of laughter that comes from your gut,

the type of crying that comes from your gut,

paying attention to the lessons the world is trying to teach you,

sandwiches,
the people who always answer the phone,
fresh juice,

Love:

i am grateful for you.