Sight:

Onyx hanging his head out the car window with the wind blowing in his face.

Lights and water. Together. I don't know how to explain this one, really.

Smell:

Dinner cooking in the kitchen from my bedroom reminds me of childhood.

The smell of freshly cut grass early in the morning reminds me of practicing for cheerleading camp every summer from 6th grade on.

Touch:

Rubbing, scratching, and/or tickling my head and/or back. Yes, please!!

Sound:

Laughter

Music

My son’s beautiful laughter

Taste:

Tex-Mex

DP