Twilight. In-laws. A different perspective. Pesto. Dressing up. Soft skin. San Francisco. Warm winds. Seizure-free days. Goat cheese. Flowers. Flip flops. Crazy dancing. Long hot showers. Acid jazz. Swedish pancakes with butter and maple syrup. Word play. Thick warm socks. Melting snow. Riding a motorcycle. Full moons. A stiff drink. Summer. Dinner with hubby. Coconut ice cream on a sugar cone. Old friends. The smell of sauteed onions. Toothpicks. Mom. Leftovers. Blonde redhead, Japan Cakes and Seaworthy. Lattes. Heated car seats. Naps with Calvin. Long strong hugs. A good book. Remembering dreams. The Internet. Heroes. Incandescent light. Wood stoves. A reliable car. Eggs. Popcorn at the movies. Sharp knives. Forests and beaches. Chapstick. Foie gras. Starlit skies. Rhododendrons. Calvin's giggles. Parties. Nachos. Memories of my dad. Sushi. New friends. Cutting grass. A little black dress. My husband's cooking. Writing. Vistas. A screen porch. Rocks. Graying hair. Sunday drives. Barbecues. Screw top wine bottles. Running water. Bart and Greg's DVD Explosion. Good doctors. New York. Thunder and lightening and torrential rain. Terrence Malick films. Rudy the dog. Michael, Michael, Michael. My best boy Calvin.