I love jet plane rides, sunsets and searching for the rise of the harvest moon but don't love being cold because I turn funky shades of blue that don't match my freckles.
I love to cook at home but don't love to grocery shop, although I do really like the whimsical cart ride back to my car so I suppose it's not so bad.
I love road trips, summiting mountains, PB & J and moments when I am inspired to write. I don't love creamy peanut butter, selfishness, dark rye, limp hand shakes, the word limp and road rage although I *may suffer from it.
I love trail runs among the tall trees, flossing, dancing to 90s hip hop, air drying, green tea and being naked. I don't love doing things half ass, keeping my feelings to myself and dirty rotten scoundrels.
I love the tears that well up in the corner of my eyes when I've laughed so hard my stomach can't take another second. Honestly I love love and also sport, sarcasm, social justice, soccer, smarts and a real nice ass :)