Reply #28: I Love My Two Sons. More Than I Thought I Could Love Anything.

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I love my wife; I love my cats (though one far more than the other); I love songs with powerful lyrics that reach inside me and touch my emotions, though the genre of such music can stretch from mozart, to enya, to the grateful dead, to alan parsons project, to ozzy, to even filter. I love playing my keyboard and writing love songs; I love the end of Rudy. I love Rocky I, II, and IV. I love touchingly powerful dramatic scenes in movies and tv. I love a beautiful sunset, rainbow, starry filled sky, ray of light shining through clouds, gentle southwesterly breeze, and nature being nature. I love thunderstorms while no ones around to see me gawk at their power. I love beautiful eyes and soul generated smiles. I love strength from those who appear weak. I love hearing 'hugs dada' and 'Iiiii Luvvvvv uuuuuuuuuu dadaaaa'. I love seeing my children learn, and discover, and be in awe of the world in ways we've forgotten. I love a cigarette after a job well done. I love a good nap when there's nothing else that needs to be done to make me feel guilty about it. I love helping others. I love coming through in seemingly impossible ways, when that coming through means the world to somebody no matter how trivial the desire seemed. I love making stranger's kids smile and laugh. I love the dark. I love meditating in the dark with perfect quiet while staring up at the ceiling with some candles and incense burning. I love hockey. I really really love hockey. I love a good cup of coffee. I love DU. I love teaching others. I love learning. I love discovering how much more I need to learn. I love being warm. I love the sun shining brightly on my face. I love the river in my backyard. I just love all that is beautiful and good.