I’m in love. I’m in love with people. I’m in love with life. I’m in love with moments. I’m in love with vulnerability. I’m in love with shaking-to-the-core courage, just-one-small-step courage, and I’m going to be ok courage. I’m in love with new life, mid life and the end of life. I’m in love with first steps, first dates and first life experiences of any sort. I’m in love with joy. I’m in love with sorrow. I’m in love with excitement. I’m in love with frustration. I’m in love with feeling alone, feeling crowded and feeling whole. I’m in love with baby blue skies, wet puppy kisses and the smell of a fresh, summer rain. I’m in love with the comfort of a friend. I’m in love with comforting a friend. I’m in love with winks and rubs and pats and hugs. I’m in love with the first passion of lovers and the ability to say goodbye. I’m in love with dedication, hard work and accomplishment. I’m in love with a day in pajamas, cozy blankets and feeling lazy. I’m in love with life. I’m in love.