I love my very small home on 4th. The resident cats at the end of street make it that much better. You can see them scatter here and there throughout the day, but at sunset they all make their way out of shadows and plop down in the middle of the dead end street.
Technically they're wild, but not at all hungry. As you can see.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Yesterday, I woke up hating my hair. It was one of those mornings where the back is pressed so flat to my head that my scalp is nearly visible. My waves looked like road kill, and the ends long past dry and split. The only solution? Put it in a high bun and book a last minute hair appointment. I'm now three inches lighter. Chopped.
After my initial sinking feeling of regret and loss, I feel great. My hair is still several inches past my shoulders and will grow out wonderfully. Yay for Spring cleaning!
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Tomorrow, bithday boy returns home from a work trip and a little Monday night celebration will definitely be taking place.
Friday, February 6, 2015
I am so happy, so lucky, to have you in my life! You have the biggest/melty heart of anyone I've ever known. Your hugs are little slice of heaven. I owe so much of my prized laughter to you! ...And somehow, wherever you go, your powerful presence is matched with the most perfect dose of humility.
We've gone in different directions, dated other people, done different things - And yet here we are, perfectly aligned at the simple age of 25.