Life is magnificent
I love the way a baby’s little fingers feel as they clasp my own, trusting, and the grey blue of those beautiful eyes, like two oceans flecked with stars. I love the way her fat legs kick the air, the indistinct gurgles she makes, the wisp of blonde hair that curls on her soft, pink head. Her smile would turn the hardest heart into butter in an instant.
I love the endless stretch of sky, so changeable and yet so timeless. The storms, the sunny days, the darkness and the stars. The serenity of its stillness. The way it reflects God; peaceful, ageless, and always beautiful.
I love the sea; I could write a million stories about it. It’s almost more beautiful than the sky. If you want to be my friend, tell me you like fishing (and mean it).
I love my youngest sister’s smile and the silly way she constantly quotes her favourite books and movies. I love the nerdiness of my other little sister, her obsession with horses and the unexpected wittiness she randomly displays every once in a while. I love my brother’s craziness; everyone needs a crazy, loving brother. I know how irritating siblings can be but if I could wish for an extra brother or two I’d do so in a heartbeat.
Don’t even get me started on food. I love that, too (in a good way). And I know most people disagree, but durian is delicious. Never try to persuade me it’s disgusting because there is not a single argument that could convince me.
I’m having way too much fun writing this, so writing can be added to my list of can’t-live-withouts, alongside music and laughter. I mean, isn’t laughter beautiful! What if you couldn’t laugh? Just imagine that for a moment.
I also love good books, so if you ever happen to sit next to me on a train I’ll gladly have a discussion on novels and authors with you. In fact, I love anyone who can have a decent conversation or argument about anything that I enjoy. Whenever I see my brother, we tend to start debating some issue or other. I generally win.