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The Sound of Music I

I have always had a love for the movie The Sound of Music.  I would attribute this to the fact that I think I watched the movie about every other day when I was a little squirt but also (and mostly) to the fact that it is plainly just a well done movie.  With the watching of this high quality movie being such a common recurrence when I was little, it's no wonder that it ended up affecting my worldview.  I find myself somewhat often referencing that movie (usually in my mind) for some reason or another and this week I found myself again reminded of it.  One of the songs in it in particular . . .

Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens
brown paper packages tied up with strings
these are a few of my favorite things. . . 

And on the song goes as you probably know if you've paid any attention to famous musicals starring Julie Andrews.  I think that apart from the catchy tune of this song though, there is a lot to appreciate about it.  I know everyone has their favorite things, but why are the things you consider worthy enough to be your favorite things so great?  And why are everyone's favorite things different?  I suppose we can probably attribute this to the nature vs. nurture concept and the different experiences that really make people who they are.  Sometimes though, I am learning, you have to step out of the box and consider not only why your favorite things are just that, but what should be your favorite thing that you haven't even realized should be in YOUR "favorite things" song.  
 
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
 
It snowed for the first time yesterday in the town I live in.  I used to be a huge fan because I used to live in a place where it didn't snow much.  The past couple years I've fostered a strong dislike for snow and all the cold, mud flavored slush it brings with it.  Yesterday as I observed the snow collecting more and more as the day went on I found myself neither excited nor contemptuous toward the white blanket (so maybe there's more hope for next years snowfall to be pleasing in my sight d:p) . . . anyways and onto the point . . . As I painfully walked my way through a parking lot with the wind seemingly trying to bite my face with it's coldness, I noticed a snowflake on my eyelash and then felt one land on my nose and heard the words of the song come to mind . . .
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes 
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
silver white winters that melt into springs
these are a few of my favorite things 

The song just started playing in my head and I had to smile and the weather instantly felt warmer.  I realized that I was beholding something that is now one of my favorite things.  The thought that when the wind bites and the cold stings, I can think of my favorite things and then I won't feel so bad. 

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things 
And then I don't feel so bad
- Anna

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