I couldn't let my strange list stand alone.
I love babies, everything about them.
I love how I feel compelled to nuture and teach them.
I love how I feel compelled to protect them.
I love watching their progression.
I love the innocence of youth.
I love feeding them.
I love placing my hands against their feet as they try to move themselves for the first time, and feel them push against me to move forward.
I love their smiles and laughter.
Everything I love about babies, I love about children.
Teens, well there are times I believe they should all be placed on some island where adults don't have to see or deal with them until they become humans, oh around the age of 21 or so, give or take a few years. There are other times where they make me believe the world is going to be in very good hands.
I love baked beans
I love a great steak
I love great pork
I love brook trout, especially the wild ones caught from Lake Superior
I love watching my grown children work toward their dreams
I love watching them enjoy each other so much
I love singing with my girls
I love playing my harmonica
I love the feeling of cold milk splashing down my throat and the feel of it spreading through my stomach on a hot day.
I love malts
I love smelt
I love good hot dogs roasted on a stick over a camp fire
I loved messing with the DC Women who frequented the hot tub.
I love my freinds here on DC
And since I can't by my own rules anounce my greatest love, I will go with my second greatest love. And that is the Church to which I belong, and more importantly, my Savior.
And sometimes, just sometimes, I love being a rascal.
Seeeeeya; Goodweed of the North