Sunshine. Pears. University of Pennsylvania Hospital. Brightly colors scarves. Beeswax Candles. Garlands hanging over my sister's crepe shop. Friends as old an dear as family. Pittsburgh. Ball mason jars. Color printers. The Post Office (no, seriously). Pope Benedict. Brussels Sprouts. Bookshelves. Neighbors. Second chances. The Weepies. Fresh, clean rain. Scrabble. Wool shawls. Ancient tablecloths. Roommates. Vintage German Advent Calendars. Compline. Gustav Holst. Fennel & Celery Root. My Job. My 2nd job. Whistling. My mom's needlepoint pillows that fit just perfectly in the small of my back. Friends who blog and friends who don't. Being an (honorary) aunt. And an (honorary) niece. And a real niece for that matter. Being single. Macaroni and Cheese. Krackerjack Circle. A World Series Title. BABIES. Home-brewed ale. Any ale, really. Old English Folk Songs. The May of Teck. Balance. Daily Mass. Hooks for coats and curtains hung. Priority mail flat rate boxes. Curiously aged letters from dead royalty. Good neighbors and Good Neighbors. Re-reading Brideshead. The pilgrim road. Snapshots. Sad movies. Skype dates. Family far and near. The joy of gratitude.