REMEMBER THAT ONE TIME?

Okay so once upon a time when I was a new little lady to blogging, I began writing these love letters to the man I'd someday marry. I always just typed them. I've been thinking lately, why haven't I kept up with that? This project was inspired by MEG FEE a very talented writer, and one of the reasons I started blogging. I remember reading her posts, not just the romantic ones, but the ones talking about the details of her life, and feeling so connected to her, and to myself. Realizing I could have great expectations for what I wanted, I could write them down, stay true to them, and stay true to myself. Here a couple of oldies but goodies from 2011/2012.

 Sometimes I forget how much of a romantic I am, and then I read these, and go, "really? I wrote this? thats awesome!" I guess I have my parents to thank for that, and gratefully so. I mean, I think I've been really blessed to grow up in a home where my mom is the most important thing in my dad's life, and he is the most important thing in hers. It's the little things. Like my mom makes sure she gets up with my dad every morning, I'm sure he calls her at least 3 times a day, and then if you had to ask me I could perfectly describe the scene of my dad coming home from work Monday-Friday since I can remember. It's always the same. My mom is in kitchen, finishing up dinner or doing mom things, my dad walks in the door, saying, "Hello everybody!" and then he set's down his lunch bag on the counter, greets my mom with his arms wrapped around her and they kiss and hug and tell each other just how much they love each other, and talk about their day the way best friends do. I'm grateful I grew up this way. I'm grateful I saw unconditional and attainable love in my home, and that I still do. I'm glad that this is the memory of my childhood and of my home. 

So I guess here's a toast to writing love letters, and still believing that such a love still exists somewhere out there for me.