What I love
I love my family.
I love my husband's stoicism, defied only by a nostril flare that I can alone detect. I love my daugher's snubbed nose and her flash of braces and her myspace profile status update. I love my small son for his continuous delusion since birth that the world is his, and only his oyster.
I love watching traffic on interstates. Each car shows me there is someone, determined to get somewhere.
I also love peas.