There are lots of things I love in this world: fireplaces, the color red, pick-ups on gravel roads, how church smells like lilies and incense at the Easter Vigil, chicken salad and sleeping with the windows open.
I love that my sister knew I needed a red phone, all things vintage, and the “Curse Not Thine Fat” sign I bought for a quarter and whose meaning I still can’t quite figure out.
I love being Lutheran, my prie dieu, and how robust the baptized life can be.
I love remembering my grandma, how much I value our few pictures together, how often she cut off our heads taking pictures with these cameras, and how she giggled about it later.
I love listening to rain, skyping with my sisters, and watching my dad make my mom laugh until she has tears in her eyes. I love Florida-Georgia Line’s “Cruise,” Holy Week, and being a godmother to six of the most Lutheran little Lutherans I know.
I love it all.
I just can’t help it.