Ain’t No Mountain High Enough by Marvin Gaye
I love the smell of old books and seeing notes on the edges of the page and highlighted areas, words and phrases that meant something to someone else. The crunch of fall leaves. I love raw and honest conversations that can catch two people off guard and the intimacy that occurs in those moments. I love hand written letters. I love being surprised, spontaneous, risky and feeling safe in someone’s arms. I love “heat,” the crackling sounds and smells that come from a wood stove. I love to feel challenged mentally and physically. I love to surprise others! I love blankets. Soft thick heavy blankets and being buried underneath them. I love getting dressed up every once in a while. But I can’t beat my love for yoga pants, Hudson jeans, and perfectly worn out sweatshirts. I love writing. I love exploring different environments – places I have never been, farms, fields, cities, and towns. Even more I love the high old growth trees that get lost in the sky, I love how they creak when the wind blows – the rain that drips from the needles… under these trees I would love a secret hideaway. The bottom of those timbers some what primitive. A ranch-style getaway like the one I grew up in. I love teaching. I love learning. Being inspired and inspiring others. I love sister trips and the Martin clan trips. I love watching my boys grow. A new love – watching them play basketball. I love that tipsy feeling where one let’s their walls down and becomes completely raw, they bare themselves naked. I love the way laughing with someone makes me feel. I love hot showers. I love rearranging furniture. All kinds of music…different cultures. I would love to take a year and travel with no certainty of where I might end up next. I love laughing, laughing in an intimate situation, sometimes quietly in inappropriate situations because that is the only way I will get through. I love my family. I love reconnecting with old friends and connecting with new ones. I love the depth of someone’s eyes. I love a good bottle of wine, lemon drops but my go to is beer. Hot tubs, walking in the rain, I love feeling loved without needing the words, I love looking through someone’s view of the world, their faith, life plan, and listening. Candlelight. Little spoons. Meeting a new person and feeling a connection in the first moments. Confidence but not arrogance. Swimming. Words. Volleyball. Cross-Fit. I love laying between the sheets. I love someone else making me coffee. I love a clean house. I love the smell of hops in August. I love taking life not to seriously – there is a time and place for all things in life but letting go and getting out of my head is indescribable. Being real. Being who I am and having courage without worrying about what others may think. I love the sound of an acoustic guitar. I love dive bars. I love being with someone when I can watch them drift to sleep. I love truly knowing someone. I love living!!