I love this illustrated essay from the NYT: "May It Please the Court."
I love the power of context to say, sometimes, what words can't:
I love having neighbors, especially ones with a roofdeck, thanks to which I have my very first suntan of the season.
I love that I live with someone who loves me more than I love me, and gives me something to strive for everyday. Also he hangs pictures. Welcome, Marilyn, to Montague Street!
I love that it's in the 80s and beautiful today, that our windows are flung open and I'm wearing a bright blue dress, that I have a new book from the library and what feels like all the time and the all the luck in the world.