I love, my boys.
My flesh friends.
My pixelated friends.
I love the blue skies on a summer’s day.
I love photography.
I love getting glue and paint on my fingers and peeling it off once it’s dried.
I love the feel of cool grass under my feet,
and the warmth of a long shower.
I love hearing children laugh,
seeing them making up their own little games.
I love those moments when only my cuddles and kisses will do.
I love seeing fields, and trees, and mountains wherever I am in my little town.
I love kisses, and warm embraces.
The way someone can make you feel, just by the way they look at you.
I love knowing how loved I am.
That all-encompassing love from my children.
The love that only my mum and dad could give.
The circle of sisterhood that cloaks me in safeness.
I love that, regardless who I’m with, I’m able to relax and be myself.
That my family, my friends, all the loves in my life, they love me for being me.
I love that I am at peace with myself.
That I’m happy where I am.
Right here. Right now.
I love, and I am loved.