... that tomatoes make lovely windowsill decoration, and that I need to call my window washer guy.
... that the early morning light is my favorite. I prefer sunrises to sunsets. Hope, promise, wonder, anticipation, newness, vigor; they all live there in that light.
... that 18 years of ballet were hard on my feet. I also need a new pair of running shoes. Bought the same pair in a different color online this morning. Is that boring? I never choose function over fashion. Does that mean I'm becoming a real runner? Or old?
... that golfing is one of the most excruciating tests of patience that I could ever possibly endure. I love the game, but I HATE being bad at it. Calling tomorrow to schedule my first of 6 lessons (my birthday gift).
...that I'd like to read this book. Over and over again.
... that one of the best parts of being a parent is reliving the childhood moments that you were too young/naive/impatient/oblivious to appreciate as a young person. Like: ice cream at the pool on the last day of the season, surrounded by your siblings, on a perfectly sunny afternoon. Completely carefree.