Reply #28: I love sitting near the Christmas tree, curled up under [View All]

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one of my mother's homemade quilts, sipping on a hot coffee (or, if I'm feeling indulgent, an egg nog latte), and just kind of basking in the glow of the lights. I also love lying underneath the tree with my kids, seeing in their faces how magical they believe it is to look up and get lost in the branches, the lights and the ornaments.

I love a good piece of homemade lefse, still warm, spread with real butter and sprinkled with sugar.

I love baking holiday treats and adding new recipes to the tried-and-true. I always wind up baking far more than we need or could use, so I also love packaging up cookie varieties to give to my friends and send to my family.

Off the Christmas theme, I love the first feel of warm sun in the spring or early summer, when it's finally warm enough to go outside in short sleeves. There's nothing quite like that golden warmth on my arms.

I love the smell of the grass after the first mowing in the spring.

I love the feel of "the burn" running through my muscles after a good, solid workout.

I love a rich, full, dark coffee.

I love looking into the eyes of my children.

I love the satisfaction at completing a story that I think rocks out loud. I love even more when that story gets read and appreciated.

I love office supply stores and all the rows and rows of pens, pencils, notebooks, papers, markers, paper clips, and on and on. When I was a child, I'd rather go to an office supply store than a toy store.

I love real typewriters (and I wish I knew where to get a ribbon for mine).

I love Minnesota.

I love that my son looks JUST like my husband.

I could go on and on, but whoever has read this far is probably having sugar overload by now.