I love shooting stars, tie-dye parties, macaroni and cheese after a sad day, the smell of cut grass, silences that speak for themselves, movies that make me cry, laughing so hard that I can't breathe, eating cold ice cream on hot street curbs, and learning something new.

I love singing at the top of my lungs, getting lost in the music, one-hit-wonders, curling up with a good book on days where the rain beats at the windows, the spaces between fingers where my fingers fit perfectly, photo albums filled with memories, warm enveloping hugs, and the 80's.

I love sleeping late, curled up in my sheets, baking brownies with my mom, softer-than-silk baby blankets, the gurgling noises that babies make, coming home after being on a long vacation, making snow angels, knowing that a blanket and white hot chocolate wait for me inside, Mt. Dew and boiled peanuts on cold October night football games, and worn-in pink sneakers.

I love the pain of new pointe shoes, cornbread and sweet tea, feeling like a seven-year-old again, swing dancing on sweltering summer nights, cranberrry sauce mixed with dressing on Thanksgiving, polka dots, 80's music, a fresh box of crayons, and surprises that leave me speechless.