clothes fresh from the dryer, the japanese maple in our front yard that is currently the most brilliant fiery red (finally), ava's new pixie-style haircut, music by the shins ('chutes too narrow' please because I cannot get enough), my husky/scratchy/raspy I-have-a-cold-but-don't-I-sound-sooo-good voice that I wish I could keep FOREVER, freshly painted toes in crimson (thank you amy), sugarbath lemon soap by fresh, this birthday/christmas wish list that was loads of fun to make, ava's enthusiastic nightly 'discoveries' of planet venus and all the stars, these photos that are so bright-colored and deliciously inspiring that I want to lick the computer screen and take to snapping pics all around town, chocolate-dipped strawberries, making paper snowflakes with the ava-girl, a dance class high, the promise of a red velvet cake, ezra walking around with boots on his hands, the scent of freshly cut christmas trees, the possibility of a tuesday night trip to star bar (where my clothes will get drenched as I spend hours dancing to the likes of 'double dutch bus' with all my lovely dancer friends), fantastic knee-high boots recently found at the thrift store, a new season of project runway (people, I can't WAIT), ward's new beard (which I am absolutely loving and weak in the knees over), this christmas album by my bro (with original album cover art by this totally hot guy I know), the possibility of a road trip to see this art exhibit, the unconditional love that is heaped on me daily via sloppy kissing, frantic squeezing and much bumrushing.
I won't front. the title here was indeed inspired by the 'good times' theme song. ain't we lucky we got em. you know you want to sing the song now. don't fight it.