I realize things change. Sometimes life throws a curve ball. It’s just the way it is, and I can adjust with the best of them. I can. But I prefer schedules and plans and outlines. It’s fine (sort of) if the plan changes, but I like to have something in place to begin with. I think it’s because life changes so much that I appreciate the little things I can always count on–things that are always there or that always happen.
Like my dad calling every time it’s daylight savings and saying, “Is it just me, or does it feel like 5:00?” when it’s now 6:00 or vice versa in the Spring.
Or my granddad asking, “Who is this?!” when he answers the phone. And then I say, “Krista.” And then he says, “Krista! My favorite! Where are you?” And I say, “Utah.” And he says, “You sound like you’re right next door!”
Or my mom, when she talks about her flowers. They’re always “Bursting! Bursting with color!” (That’s of course right before she kills them. Which is another thing I can count on—mother and her black thumb.)
Or texting with Frit in the middle of the day. (My phone really did just beep … it’s her.)
Or the children at Church singing “I Often Go Walking” for Mother’s Day and “I’m So Glad When Daddy Comes Home” on Father’s Day (no matter where you are in the United States).
Grandma’s mashed potatoes (and slightly burnt rolls) at Sunday dinner.
Animal crackers on every visit from Grandpa Q.
Good grades in English. Bad grades in Math.
Church every Sunday.
Fish tacos at Rumbi, Tomato Bisque at Haggerman’s, Crème Brule at The Garden, Root Beer float from DQ, Caramel Apple Spice from Starbucks, Playboy sushi roll from The Happy Sumo, Jamoca shakes from Arby’s.
The Monday morning routine of “How was your weekend?” at work with the girl in the cube next to me.
I could list a million more. These are just a few of the things I love. But I just really appreciate things I can always count on.