In Her Words
Taking note of the things I love
By: Jennifer Canzoneri
I love early matinees with handfuls of trailers. I love slow, solo shopping, taking my time or, if I’d rather, jutting in and out in five seconds flat. I love browsing online for expensive, authentic heels I’ll never own – but, just in case, saving the link. I love writing to-do lists in colored Sharpies and crossing out completed tasks with a proofreader’s curl. I love Aggie football games when the weather is just so, and the fans are roaring with every first down, and I have salty nachos drizzled with fake oozy cheese. I love turning onto my street and catching a glimpse of a package resting against the front door. I love mosaic tables. I love when I wake up at 7 a.m. on a Saturday and remember I can sleep a few more hours if I want to, and I always want to. I love splashing Tabasco sauce on my scrambled eggs. I love fountain drinks filled to the brim in a Styrofoam cup. I love warm doughnut holes and chocolate milk on a rare Saturday morning. I love boutique jewelry, beaded and dangly and fun. I love crossword puzzles. I love snazzy champagne flutes filled to the brim with bubbly. I love walking into a hotel room and being met with cold, crisp air – the kind of air one can only fully enjoy when not being responsible for the electric bill. I love the jellyfish exhibit at the Monterey Bay Aquarium and this one gelato joint on Taraval in San Francisco. I love romantic stories behind song lyrics. I love lavender roses, faint and full. I love learning. I love prosseco and fruit-filled cupcakes. I love redenvelope.com and monogramming. I love chili-cheese fries and buffalo wings. I love the dream of one day having my own library. I love finding new places to visit – Lithuania, Ecuador, Croatia, British Columbia, Thailand, Boston. I love horribly angst-y teen dramas and, yes, a certain reality-television program that is best known for having “the most dramatic rose ceremony … EVER.” I love floppy puppy ears and people who are easy in their own skin. I love montages and “best of” reels. I love kindness, in a million different forms. I love bars you don’t have to dress up to walk into. I love Stern Grove and the desert night air and exhaling. I love dreaming big and hoping for something grand and believing things can be different just up ahead. I love the ordinary beauty of my life with its million-trillion flaws and its scary stops and starts and its painful inadequacy and its subtle disappointments and its sometimes falling short and its forcing me to never – not for one teensy-tiny moment – give up on myself, the one person guaranteed to be with me every day of my life.
This is my list.