Love

I love the clamor of the voices of my children
I love the rain
I love an open window in the middle of winter
I love the heft of a half dozen quilts on my frigid skin
I love pears
I love the smell of a new book
I love the smell of an old book
I hate newspapers
I love the laughter of my daughter
I love the strength of my sons
I love the glory of God in my lack
I love His words to my heart
I love the tenderness in His speech
I love my parents
I love coats and haircuts and a clean shave and clean clothes
I hate allergies