Love:
the Sight of my children when they are sleeping.
No not because they are quiet and out of trouble, but because they look so utterly content.
the Sight of the ocean before me with its white capped waves.
the Sight when you drive around a bend and come upon a great valley, mountain or lake beyond you.
the Smell of coffee, baby, clean laundry, my husband, new crayons
the Taste of coffee, well-seasoned fresh food, tropical ice-tea
the Feel of ocean sand between my toes, holding hands with someone I love, the sun on my face
the Sound of my almost 2 year old singing and talking, good music, quiet, birds chirping in the early morning, hearing that I am loved by my family, my husband complimenting me in any way
Hate:
the Sight of abuse/suffering on t.v. or IRL, clutter and disarray, ugly lawns
the Smell of skunk, heavy powdery or floral scents, menudo, tar
the Taste of anything overcooked or under seasoned/dry
the Feel you get when the "cry" is stuck in your throat, the sudden pain in your stomach when you think someone you love is hurt, of paper cuts
the Sound of chaos, complaining, fuzzy radio stations, babies or toddlers crying relentlessly
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