Leftover Christmas turkey and tamales. Egg nog (Amber’s right — the Southern Comfort kind is way better than the rest). Homemade chili. Mom’s enchiladas.
My bowling ball slamming into the wooden floor (I’m not very graceful, people). New baby cries. SARK speaking on a very cool interactive video (do you know SARK?). My visiting cousin’s beautiful babies rattling off English and Arabic.
Grey’s Anatomy (thank you, Netflix; I’m caught up with every season … hey, I said I’ve been resting). A friend unraveling a surprise Christmas ball wound with crepe paper and trinkets.
Cold lately. Completely embracing the cliche “new year, new beginning.” Obsessed with Instagram (are you on? find me: “theurbanhippie).
Fajitas in the oven. Cafe. Burgers. Garlic that I thought smelt so good until I realized it involved oysters. And — Amber. She just always smells good — so good that I told her I would have to include her in my Five Senses. So, what’s your secret, Amber?