"We love the things we love for what they are."

It's the little things that make up a day. A week. A summer.

Like bonfires with family.

And lunches in the park with friends.

Holding newborn babies and watching them stare at the world with big eyes.

Or walking back from a church activity with sisters and cousins and belting out songs from the "Sound of Music" on the backstreets of home. (Because I think we all know that I am kindred souls with Maria.)

Or how whenever Erika and I are in the car, "Mirrors" comes on. Without fail. So. It's our jam. Obviously.

Having time to read books I actually want to. And then savoring them. Bliss.

Also, this song. On repeat.