Is the word favorite a superlative? I used to think so, in my sometimes narrow-minded way of looking at words. I used to think that there could only be one “favorite” anything…that’s why it was the favorite. Of course, I was wrong. We talk about our “favorites,” we save “favorites” to our computer browser, and–if you’re of an age–we even remember Julie Andrews singing about a few of her “favorite things.” (If you hum that for the next few hours, you’re welcome.)
As I’m writing this, my daughter and our grandchildren are on their way over for breakfast. They’re going to get out of the car, the youngest one is probably going to shout “Nana!” when she sees my wife, and it’s not uncommon for the four-year-old to call out, “Grandpa!” as she launches into a sentence or two about whatever is going through her young mind at the time. My daughter will say, “Hey, dad” as she gives me a hug.
“Dad,” “Grandpa,” “Honey.” “Husband.” “Son.” Julie, these are a few of my favorite things.
Yet There is Method 
Now I have the song in my head; perhaps it will be inspiration for a future slice. Thank you for sharing how the many roles we play can be a few of our favorite things.
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It is an infectious tune! There are lots of words that I love–maybe I need to think about that for a future slice as well. Thanks for reading!
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What a beautiful ending! And yes, I am now singing that song in my head. Thanks! 🙂
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Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy the song!
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Those are some great favorite things and I am of an age that I can hear Julie singing in my head.
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I looked, and while I’m at an age where I didn’t see the movie when it first came out, I was alive (about one year old). It’s been a part of nearly my entire life! Thanks for reading. 🙂
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