1: My son’s hands. I love them. I actually physically feel a surge of love when I see them or hold them. They are always warm. They are still squishy like a five year old’s hands should be. They are perhaps the cutest things on the entire planet and I love, love, LOVE the feeling of holding his hands (when he lets me. These days he runs on far too much).
2: The second contender for cutest thing on the planet is the baby who never sleeps. In particular the little curve of her chin to her neck - with the softest skin. It tickles when I stroke it and she laughs. I should say Cara has a unique laugh - kind of a really cute baby giggle mashed with a Beavis and Butthead dirty cackle. It is deeply infectious.
3: The way my nephew Ethan says “ta taaaaa” - like a wee old granny, or the child catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. I kind of expect him to say “Ta Taaaa, Lollipops....” but is cute and I love when we says it over and over again while loading my knee with Tombliboos and Pontypines.
4: Mammy hugs. I may well be 33 (almost 34) and woman big and a mother of my own but nothing in this world beats a hug from my mammy.
5: Dinner with the mister - when we get kiddy free time and go and get a wee bit tipsy and talk about the very, very long time we have been together and how it’s a blessed miracle we haven’t killed each other yet. Plus, he takes me to a place which does scrumptious breaded Brie... nom nom nom.
6: Bad words. I know this is neither big nor clever, but nothing beats a good f*ck (and by that I mean saying the word.... you dirty feckers). There is no word in this world which comes close - not even feck which I love and use much more often. But there are times (and maybe this is a sign of my very limited vocabulary) when nothing but a good, loud and hearty f*ck will do.
7: Nice shoes. Yes, I am a cliche. But I like nice shoes. They don't have to be designer *laughs stupidly at the notion I would be able to afford designer shoes* but as long as I can look at them and smile, I'm happy.
8: Reading. Nuff said. Losing myself in a good book has always been one of my great joys from I was a bit of a wain reading Roald Dahl and the Secret Seven and going to the Creggan Library with my brother and sisters.
9: My daddy and my brother and their manic sense of humour. There is no way to adequately describe this in just a few words - needless to say they can both make me absolutely howl with laughter like nothing else.
10: Driving in my car. Not in heavy traffic mind - just tootling along over the Glenshane Pass on a nice sunny day. Good times.
I was sent this by the lovely Mammydiaries and now want to tag some friends to write their favourite things...
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