I love daisies dancing on delicate stems, daffodils, and dragonflies.
I love my daughter and daughter-in-love and granddaughters.
I love diamonds—the ones that sparkle and those that define a ballfield.
I love darling dimples on cheeks and chins.
I love devotion, devotedness, dedication—to a spouse, a friend, a cause—to God.
I love delightful down comforters, dirigibles dawdling above, and denim duds—soft shirts and stretchy jeans.
I love the dawning of ideas that delight my mind, develop my imagination, and delve deep.
I love ducks & ducklings dipping in the pond, dolphins dipping in the sea, and dipping my toes in the ocean.
I love dipping chips in salsa, veggies in ranch dressing, and double dips of ice cream.
I love Dunkin’ Donuts coffee—dark brew, please.
I love dare devils who do what I only dream.
I love deer and dear friends and dearer memories.
I love seniors who dodder but determine to do life.
I love dark chocolate and devil’s food cake drenched in frosting.
I love dreams that direct my passion and demand my attention.
I love delivery trucks dropping off parcels.
I love dates and dinners and dinner dates.
I love dwelling—savoring where I am, when I’m there.
I love driving down the highway to happy destinations on delightfully sunny days.
I love difference makers who discard disgust and decide to do good.
I love dishes—china or porcelain with designs of deep blue.
The D I love best is discovery, the delight of detecting something different and dazzling and distinctive that draws me to further discovery.
