When I was little, every spring my mother would get a shipment of baby ducks for our mini farm. Because they were so tiny, she would have them camp out in our spare bathroom until they got a little bigger and could go to the main duck enclosure outside. There's nothing cuter/funnier than fluffy baby duckies paddling around in a bathtub making their little quack noises and dunking their brothers and sisters under the water, lol.
I was living in a tiny town in Mexico for the summer with my Mom when I was maybe 7 years old. It was my job to walk to this big open stone building each afternoon that was located in the center of town. All the women gathered there each afternoon and made fresh tortillas by hand for the townsfolk. The little house we lived in had a coffee tree and a stone and mortar washing well in the front. We had to wash all our clothes by hand. I still miss Fanta soda from living there.
I was living in Florence, Italy for summer school long ago, I would climb this long and obscure cobble stone road that took you up to a big stone church perched on top of a very large green hill over-looking the expanse of red-roofs and the duomo. After school, I would go up there and lay in the grass, feeling the sun on my skin, and listening to the church bells down below. I miss it.
My hon was stuck working a heavy construction job, pulling long hours. And after an exhausting day, he agreed (amazingly) to drive another 2 hours to take me to pick up a new baby bunny I planned to get (since I was too sick to drive myself.) I got him lost a dozen times getting there because it was dark, rainy, and the directions sucked. But he was so sweet and patient about it. We finally get there and the baby was the cutest, sweetest little thing ever and I brought her home. I love this memory.
Yeah, I'm a dork that likes cute things, SHOOSH.
