Here is this year's list of a few of my favorite things.
My grandfather who lovingly and unselfishly provided a good living for his wife and four children by working in coal mines until his lungs turned black. My grandmother who rescued me when I needed rescuing. My parents who took me to church when I was a child even when I didn't want to go. My father, who taught me everything I know about retailing.
Sunday school teachers who faithfully taught about Jesus and David and Moses and Peter, Paul and Mary. My teachers in school, who taught me to solve equations, respect geometry, question scientific theories, and love literature.
A husband who can wash his own clothes, heat up his own leftovers for lunch, and send me cards in the mail just because he loves me. A son that has love and laughter in his voice when he calls and says, "Hey, Mama! You doing OK?" A daughter who calls me from hundreds of miles away on a Saturday morning just so I can hear her daughter belly laugh when her daddy is tickling her.
Ocean waves rushing to the shore. Warm cookies and cold milk. Brownies and coffee. The sound of a gentle rain on the roof. Movies like "Gone With the Wind" and "The Sound of Music" that take me to another place and another time. Books like "The Scarlet Pimpernel" and "The Scarlet Letter" that show the good and bad of life. Songs like "I Can Only Imagine" and "I'll Fly Away" that make me yearn to be with Jesus.
Popcorn with butter. Diet Coke with ice. Hot soup on a cold day. Warm coats and fur-lined gloves. Thick, fuzzy socks on a cold night. Being snowed in with a good book and a mug of good hot chocolate.