I love that Beckett will throw a tantrum for carrots or yogurt just as quickly as she will for cupcakes.
I hate it when I am following a loaded garbage truck and the trash I can see peeking out is paper, aluminum cans and cardboard boxes.
I love that Beckett comments “Uh oh. Not garbage. That’s recycle.”
I love that I have more ideas in my head than I have time for writing.
I hate it that I have more ideas in my head than I have time for writing.
I love being in the presence of contented, happy honeybees.
I hate it when people refer to bee stings as “bites”. A sting is an act of kamikaze suicide on the bee’s part.
I love knowing that the only last-resort-because-you-better-behave needed in my back pocket is the opportunity to paint.
I hate coming home from the grocery store or farmer’s market and instantly remembering something I forgot to buy.
I love that sweetly sublime time right after the lights go out at night and Beckett snuggles in for a lullaby.
I love enjoying a delicious dinner that fits all our criteria: local, mostly organic and affordable and not having to cook it.
I hate forgetting lunch and having the only available option be bland, deep-fried, colorless, completely inadequate food from the high-school cafeteria.
I love having weekends full of fun and adventure.
I hate having an empty energy tank at the end of Friday and not getting a chance to refill it over the weekend.
I love reading the comments from people on this blog.
I love knowing where we’ve come from and where we are headed to.