Money, goals and motherhood
LOVE. An appropriate topic the day before Valentine’s Day, right? I’ve been thinking lately about what love is, and what it isn’t. Love is kind and patient. It trusts, protects, perseveres and never fails. It is not rude and does not envy or hold grudges. It’s the thread woven into the greatest stories, and the beating pulse behind every
Dear Self, I thought about writing a letter to your younger self, but she has already lived those days so what’s the point of going back? Life is too short for regrets and today is too important to worry about the future, so let’s focus on this present day. These beautiful, golden days that you
In the beginning of a relationship, your world is like a little fairy tale. Life is happy and love is wonderful. Your significant other can do no wrong! If their tastes differ from yours, it’s endearing! If they want to do something you’ve never done such as using anal vibes in bed, you’re game! Anything
J and I have been in a healthy-living rut as of late. I blame the busyness. One or both of us have been out of town five of the past six weekends, and our weeknights are oftentimes filled with activities. And when life gets busy like that, the first thing to go out the window is
Traditions are a funny thing. When you are a kid, they are a fundamental part of your family and have so much significance to a time of year. You seem to think they are things everyone does, but of course learn later your parents just make them as you grow. When J and I got
I’m pretty sure I’ve written about this before, but I LOVE ASHEVILLE. It’s one of my very favorite cities, and I have not-so-subtly told J I want to live there one day. J’s aunt and uncle live in Asheville and asked us to come and stay in their little cabin on their property. They live on
One of the reasons I like blogging is because it serves as a journal to document my days. Right now I can remember what we did for our second anniversary, but I guarantee you in a year I will probably have forgotten most of the day’s details. So, this is one of those what-I-did posts; thanks for
April 9th is my favorite day of the year. Two years ago it trumped any other birthday or holiday. I remember all of the details. Things you normally forget hours afterwards, I remember years later. Sneaking out of bed and joining my mom for coffee in the sunroom before the sun, or my bridesmaids, woke
he walks L in the evening // she walks L in the morning he listens to espn radio // she listens to country he loves movie dates // she loves picnic dates he plays racquetball // she goes running he loves seinfeld // she loves friends he likes it cold // she likes it warm he needs
