Appreciation

I appreciate it when you spell 'appreciate' instead of 'appretiate', and 'congratulations' instead of 'congrads'.

I appreciate Burt's Bees pomegranate lip balm, the feel of my silky make-up brush, the smell of my hand lotion, and the way my bottle of perfume illuminates in the window.

I appreciate it when my my Beta fish swirls around in his bowl.

I appreciate the shiny little silver button on my camera, and the sound the shutter makes when I press it.

I appreciate smooth paper and fine tipped pens; swirly black letters formed into words.

I appreciate the sound my keyboard makes when I tap the letters, and the warm electronic smell.

I appreciate it when you do something ridiculous and unexpected.

I appreciate hand written notes.

I appreciate it when I slice open the avocado and it's perfect inside.

I appreciate my bed.

I appreciate the love seat by the front window, and the way the white curtain billows over it.

I appreciate the dozens of afghans scattered throughout our home.

I appreciate it when a room smells like candles.

I appreciate plaid, no matter how mainstream it is.

I appreciate that you're reading this.