Sounds I love:

The snapping open of a pistachio shell

Garlic sizzling in hot oil

The ringing of my phone - especially if I know it's my Mom or Sarah on the other end

Your name being said by the voice of your lover

Children playing

Laughter after telling a joke

A sound of which I am not so fond:

The singing of that blasted bird outside my window at 5am that keeps me awake with a pillow over head while thinking of ways to kill it. For crying out loud, it's still DARK. Why can't you sing in the daytime like every other bird?