Gratitude.

As I read over posts and things I realize how negative I must sound all the time.  I must only mention the negative things because they are more comedic and usually get more likes, but I do try to recognize the sweet things in my life.

(SEGWAY)

I love. . .

     the sound of pouring something into a glass and the pitch changes with more and more liquid.

     clothes stained with the smell of smoke, this means I had fun the weekend before.

     hearing opinions, even if I don't agree with them.

     when people admit they're wrong, or when I can muster enough courage to admit that I am. 

     spinning really fast and your stomach gets that weird upside down feeling.
     learning about the twelve tribes and what each is inherited with. 

     smelling Spearmint gum and thinking of my brother Paul.

     feeling like everything is falling apart, because I know God will have my back.

     burning my tongue on hot chocolate.

     reading real books, not ones on a screen.
     the sound butter makes in a warm pan.
     the symbol for D.S. al Coda.
     listening to BYU students having a conversation and wondering if they hear themselves.

     knowing only three people will read this post, including myself.

     being old fashioned when it comes to dating.

     the phrases "too soon?" and "to each his own!".

     pretending like I know what I'm talking about.

     that no one is still reading these.

     the shock value when I say a semi-offensive word.

     knowing it gets better.
     swimming nude and feeling the water moving around me naturally.

     that I genuinely enjoy Shakespeare.

     stories that begin with "you can't repeat this..."

     inheriting my Grandmother's sharp and rude wit. 

     instinctively making choreography to the song I am listening to.

     passing people on the freeway.
     when my mom says "A book and a run"

     driving in winter, and the snowflakes are so big it's easier to turn off my headlights.

     pulling up other people's blogs to listen to their music.
     opening my eyes underwater.

     knowing I should already be asleep.

     My Big Fat Greek Wedding references.

     feeling the sun on my shirtless chest.

     the smell of skunks. weird, I know.

     being a weird drama person and normal person at the same time.

     that I grew up between Alpine, Phoenix, a New Mexican Farm, and tour bus.

     the first time all my siblings were together; we were all in a sealing room dressed in white.

     

Goodnight.