Showing posts with label Happiness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Happiness. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

An Even BIGGER Surprise!




Even though I am back in the groove of a lot of work, and no play... My mind and heart are still at the beach. Noah went above and beyond this birthday. Not only did he surprise me with a beach house getaway, but he coordinated with my two best friends to plan the ultimate surprise!

Right before Noah and I headed to dinner Friday night, my two best friends pulled up the drive! What?! They came to stay the weekend with us! AMAZING! A birthday weekend away with my guy AND my two besties? 
Bravo, guys. Bravo! We enjoyed the beach, several glasses...err...bottles of wine, homemade (by Melinda) pizza, dirty Scrabble, 90's radio, and wonderful conversation.
Thank you for a wonderful birthday... I couldn't have asked for a better one. :)


This is my really confused face after spotting Melinda and Karylin.... 
I had no idea what was happening.


For more photos of the trip....

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Forgiveness




Often times it is easier for me to forgive others than it is to forgive myself. I make efforts to be kind, less critical and gentle to others, but do not pay myself the same grace. Having thought about this topic over the past week, I wrote down this stream of consciousness....  

Thursday, March 28, 2013

One Question


This beautiful video asks one simple question...
“What do you regret in life?”
At first, people stand there and ponder…probably skimming through the millions of choices they’ve made throughout their lives. Were there missed opportunities? Should they have taken that job? Should they have not dated that girl? Gone back to school?
Regardless of age... 20 or 78…. Most people had a response.While the concept of regret has a depressive undertone, this video offers some insight to wisdom. Just listen to the responses…
Many said they would have done something sooner. Some regret they didn’t move to a different country sooner, or marrying someone sooner. One woman wished she would have started “living for joy sooner”.
“Not taking enough deep breaths and enjoying the moment.”
“Not living my life to the fullest.”
Some said they don’t regret anything, and to… “Take life as it comes.”
There’s a lesson here… if you choose to see it. I personally try not to regret the choices I have made and instead try to learn from them.  While watching these strangers contemplate their regrets, here are a few I can come up with, and what I learned from them:
I regret not telling my brother that I love him.             
Say “I love you” more.
I should have studied abroad.                                       
Make time (and money) to travel.
I regret some hurtful things I’ve said.                          
Choose your words wisely.
I wish I would have spent less time wanting to grow up, and more time enjoying my youthful freedom.
Be present. Enjoy the time, moment, and breath you have while you are in it.
Do you have regrets... or things you wish you would have done differently? What have you learned from them? 

Sunday, March 10, 2013

An Event: Classes Complete!!!




I could barely sit still, let alone pay attention yesterday. I am officially done with my graduate coursework!! 
Is it June yet???


 *My break-out dance moves were not captured, but know... they were fabulous.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Body Image & Why I Write About It

I am a woman who makes a constant effort to eat healthy and feel good about herself. I am also a woman who loves red velvet cupcakes, ice cream and can eat an entire box of cereal in one sitting. I stand with all women who are told what size they should be. How their legs shouldn't be touching. And to ignore hunger or indulgences. At the grocery store, with our carts full of low fat, low calorie slim-and-trim snacks, we pass by dozens of magazines that offer an iconic image of beauty and offerings of advice: Super Simple Slim-Down..... How to Turn Off Hunger.....Tips to fit those jeans.We are never good enough. We could always be thinner, prettier, better in bed.

After reading this article, I was inspired. This is why I write about body image: 


Notice the contradicting headlines. And the awkward why her hand was airbrushed.
 
I write about body image because "How can I know what I think until I see what I say." - E.M. Forster

I write about body image because I hardly ever feel beautiful, but know that I am. 

I write about body image because beauty is an alienating thing--a terribly lonely thing--belonging not to the the person in possession of it, but to all those with the eyes to behold it.  

I write about body image because at the age of eighteen, heartbroken and homesick and absolutely out-of-my-depth, I learned what a calorie was. 

I write about body image because it takes five minutes in front of a mirror to reshape how I perceive my own body.

I write about body image because the body is flesh and bones and tangible in a way that everything else is not. 

I write about body image because it's easier to think a man doesn't love me because-of-what-I-look-like than to hang in the gray space of the-infinite-unknown. But why, why doesn't he love me?

And I'm not good at the gray space.
I write about body image because body-image sometimes seems like a life-raft worth clinging to in the choppy waters of this impossible sea we call life.

It isn't.
I write about body image because for years when I would feel too much, and couldn't control a thing, I would control the one thing I could. Only to feel nothing, if only for a moment.
I write about body image because some days it is absolutely unbearable to live in my skin. And I think I cannot endure this sensation a moment longer. And I know it has nothing do with my physical body...yet it feels like it does. 

I write about body image because for a long time it was easier to hate my thighs and my hips than admit I really did not like myself.

I write about body image because it is the prism through which we, as women, see and talk about the world.

We talk about wanting to look this way or that way, when (I'm convinced), what we really want is love and acceptance and life-alteringly-good-things. (And appearance, for the most part, does not alter one's life--not in the big ways we always imagine it might).

I write about body image because it is the code by which we discuss things so large they scare us to say aloud.

I say “I'm fat” when what I really mean is “I'm sad.” And I berate the size of my thighs because that is easier than admitting I am untethered and adrift and totally lost at this point in my life--that notion is too big and too true and will surely make others uncomfortable, so I make it small...so small that it is about the size of my waist or the awkward way I smile.

I write about body image because before I can tell you just-why-it-is-I-really-don't-care-for-a-particular-woman (and sometimes, I really don't) I can say no less than five judgmental and evaluative things about what-she-looks-like. (Think about it, I bet you can do this too).

I find this both appalling and fascinating.

I write about body image because it shouldn't be a thing, but it is a thing, and more than that.. it points to THE THINGS!(all the big and significant things that life is really and actually about and therefore difficult to break down into small, manageable pieces).

I write about body image because eating disorders have effected women that I love madly and cherish deeply. Including myself.



Thursday, February 21, 2013

50 Things About Us....





1. We talk about owning a house and traveling almost every day.
2. We both got our undergraduate degrees in Monmouth, Oregon.
3. We are both working on our Master’s degree.
4. She is always freezing.  
5. He is always warm.
6. She leaves her clothes hanging everywhere.
7. He leaves his shoes out.
8. We are best friends.
9. He wishes she wouldn’t squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom.
10. We have a bedtime ritual.  
11. She will always have a very untidy/ messy handbag.
12. His dresser drawers will always be more organized than hers.
13. She always forgets to clean the litter box.
14. He is in charge of reminding her.
15. We like critiquing new restaurants.  
16. He can’t sleep with a crack of light in the room.
17. She is afraid of the dark.
18. We enjoy talking about and planning our future together.
19. We want to raise a family in Oregon.
20. He doesn’t like mushrooms, pickles or tomatoes.
21. She only likes foods she’s in the mood for at that very moment.
22. He dreams of owning his own business.
23. She dreams of saving the world.
24. We have our favorite Chinese place on speed dial.
25. She writes him little notes.
26. He changes her windshield wipers.
27. She gets extra moody when she’s hungry.
28. He does too
29. He opens the car door for her.
30. She calls him “love bug”
31. He calls her “baby girl”
32. We have lots of inside jokes.
33. Sometimes we dance in our kitchen.
34. He likes drinking wine.
35. She does too.
36. We used to eat tacos at least once a week. Then we got sick of tacos.
37. We still can’t agree on who kissed who first.
38. On their first date, he made her vegetarian lasagna.
39. She gets really loud when she’s telling a story.
40. He has to tell her not to yell.
41. She has a million items in the shower.
42. He has 3.
43. We have a shared obsession with anything Peanut Butter & Chocolate
44. She loves his laugh.  
45. If she’d let him, he’d have a full blown beard.
46. We’ve been known to disagree about who gets the remote.
47. We talk about our dog like he’s our child.
48. Sometimes we stay up too late talking, and then we’re super tired in the morning.
49. He likes tickling her.
50. We have done amazing things together… and look forward to doing more.  


Thursday, January 24, 2013

A Reminder on Happiness



How does that saying go? I have a lot on my plate right now? Without understanding that idiom myself, I will trust you know what I mean. I have a lot going on, and I am a bit overwhelmed. 

I have my eye on the future. Six months. I will be finishing my last class, completing my practicum hours, my partner and I will be looking for new jobs.... and a new place to live. Meetings. Papers. Resumes. Packing. Phew!

BUT.

While on this quest to attain what I want... I must be mindful of all I have...right....now. If I get tunnel vision and only focus on that light at the end of the tunnel (another idiom?) I lose sight of all the wonderful greatness around me. Sometimes reading this post helps, or making time for meditation. For now, I will jot down the happiness that is all around me, and remember to be zealously in the moment.

All my basic needs are met.
I am looking forward to a movie marathon with a friend.
I have a mom and dad who I know I can call, no matter what.  
I love going to the gym!
I think my pup understands me.
 


Wednesday, November 21, 2012

On this Thanksgiving... I am thankful for...




1)      First and foremost, my health. Over this past year I have grown so much from the physical activities of roller derby and crossfit. I am thankful that my body is strong enough to do the things I love to do.
2)      My Family. I am so thankful that I have a family (that continues to grow) whom I can rely on no matter what. My mother has always been my best friend, and my biggest supporter. I can’t imagine who I would be without her unconditional love and encouragement. I am blessed with two dads who offer their (solicited and unsolicited) ‘fatherly’ advice; they think the world of me.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

Cute message... Though I hate the grammar error...

Friday, August 17, 2012

You Are Not A Number


Change your thoughts. 
The number on the scale does not define who you are. 
Pay attention to what your body is telling you. 
How do you feel? 
Do your clothes fit? 
Do you have energy?
Stop comparing. 
Your worth is not determined by the size of your jeans. 
Commit to loving yourself. 
Believe in health. 
Strive for strength, not skinny. 



Thursday, June 28, 2012

If you listened to my heart, you would hear the ocean...

The ocean is on my mind. Next week we'll be leaving the city, and making a (oh so) brief visit to the Pacific - the ocean that raised me. Lately, nothing seems more important.


Gonna cruise out of this city
Head down to the sea
Gonna shout out at the ocean
Hey it’s me!
-ML





And other words on the sea...

Walt WhitmanYou sea! I resign myself to you also — I guess what you mean / I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers…

Henry David Thoreau
Creeping along the endless beach amid the sun-squall and the foam, it occurs to us that we, too, are the product of sea-slime.

Lord Byron
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll!

John Keats
Oh ye! who have your eyeballs vexed and tired / feast them upon the wideness of the sea.

Richard Hugo
The Ocean has the last word on
possession.


William Stafford
That instant, that clear space, that bright room inside a wave

Led Zeppelin
Singing to an ocean, I can hear the ocean’s roar. Play for free, play for me and play a whole lot more!

Edna St. Vincent Millay
That I am weary of words and people / sick of the city, wanting the sea.

Rachel Carson
There is no drop of water in the ocean, not even in the deepest parts of the abyss, that does not know and respond to the mysterious forces that create the tide.

D.H. Lawrence
I am the sea, I am the sea

E.B. White
The sea answers all questions, and always in the same way.

Richard Hugo
On this dishonored, this perverted globe / we go back to the sea and the sea opens for us.

Neil Young
The ocean, the drug that makes you dream.

Jim Harrison
I sat on numerous beaches and stared at the ocean until it was an ocean inside my head. The experience was a world away from the American idea of God as someone who drove around in a dump truck full of figurative candy to toss to deserving people if you beckoned him properly. The ocean was a god unknown, galactic, and in her own quiet way maybe enjoyed the moon as much as we did, what with the way the ocean gets pushed around by the moon and her tidal energies.

Steve Miller
Jungle love in the surf and the pouring rain, everything’s better when wet.



Friday, March 16, 2012

Wise Words On Love

Sometimes, I have so much love inside of me that all I can do is cry. How does that make any sense at all?

Falling in love is an intense and oddly confusing feeling. There's a mix of being immersed in a stupor of romance and possibility, but also the vulnerability of falling too hard and getting hurt. You want the whole world to know how you feel, but even you can't articulate the emotion running through you. All you know is it feels good, and you don't want it to stop.

One of my favorite bloggers (Joanna Goddard) posted this, and I had to share.


Back in 1958, John Steinbeck, author of East of Eden, The Grapes of Wrath, and Of Mice and Men, got a letter from his teenage son Thom, in which Thom confessed that he had fallen desperately in love with a girl named Susan at his boarding school.

Steinbeck wrote this wise and wonderful letter back to him the same day...


New York
November 10, 1958
Dear Thom:

We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.

First -- if you are in love -- that's a good thing -- that's about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don't let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second -- There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you -- of kindness and consideration and respect -- not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn't know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply -- of course it isn't puppy love.

But I don't think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it -- and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone -- there is no possible harm in saying so -- only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another -- but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I'm glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don't worry about losing. If it is right, it happens -- The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Love,
Fa






Friday, February 24, 2012

Superhero Status

My career goal as a Social Worker is to assist in the prevention of recidivism. Regardless of what crime they have committed, working with the offender population is a passion of mine, and I advocate for people who don't have a voice.

I am excited to say that I have made my first true impact on the cycle of incarceration. My client, whom I have been working with for a few months, will be released from custody soon. When he is released he will have full access to housing and mental health/chemical dependency treatment. He is prepared for the difficulty that will come, but he said that for the first time, he's doing something that's good for him.

This is why I do what I do.

I am so excited for him.

And I feel awesome….

Thursday, January 19, 2012

A Teaching On Time


Last week I was invited by a friend of mine to attend an evening talk at Seattle's Nalanda West, a center for Western Buddhism. A brief insight into my religious/spiritual background: I was raised mostly Mormon while growing up. I never quite understood the teachings, despite my mother's Sunday school lessons. At age ten, my parents divorced, and the union between LDS was also severed. For my own reasons (which I will not delve into here) I have never felt comfortable with organized religion. 

While in my undergrad I became interested in religion. Not for my own practice, more out of curiosity. I am interested in the ways religion can empower, and also holds power over people, families, and entire nations. Through my quest to learn more, I was surprised to find myself identifying with a specific teaching and practice: Buddhism. I sought out books on mindfulness, Zen practice, Buddhist teachings, and the Siddhartha. I began to meditate, and was conscious of being present and allowing an open and honest heart. I felt this to be different than any other organized religion I had participated in. I did not feel guilt; there was no need to go to church each Sunday. There was no worshiping of my creator. In Buddhism, you are your own worshiper. Each day you work on yourself, from the mind out. I was comfortable with that. 

Having read books and curious about the guest speaker, I was excited to visit Nalanda West. The speaker, Lama Surya Das, is a white guy from Massachusetts, and a leader in translating Tibetan Buddhist to American Buddhism. Lama Syra Das's most recent book is entitled Buddha Standard Time. In his 2 hour long talk, we did meditation chants, asked questions, and talked about time. TIME. The concept of time. Time is money. Time is of the essence. I don't have enough time. Is it time yet? Are we late? I'm early. Modern efforts have been made to give us more time. Microwaves. Online banking. Excel. Yet, we have also created portals that suck our time. X-Box. The Bachelor. Facebook.

Time can be stressful. How we handle the stress can be unhealthy and counterproductive. A foundational Buddhist teaching is this: how to live authentically and joyfully in the present moment. Lama Syra Das was visiting Seattle to envelop us in his wisdom of how to coexist with the inevitable and inexorable march of time. 

As a grad student, state employee, friend, daughter, girlfriend, roller derby girl, lover of yoga, painter, baker, knitter, doggy owner, and fan of sleep… I struggle with time. I often feel overwhelmed, unorganized, and rushed. The clock guides my everyday. So much so that the watch around my wrist feels more like a ball and chain, and I literally let out a sigh of relief when I take it off at the end of the day. Where do I need to be right now? What should I be doing right now? Do I have enough time to get coffee? 4 more hours. It's 10 already? I experience time linearly. I spend little time in the present and enjoying the little accomplishments. I need to get better at this.

There are two different types of time. Chronos time is what we live in. It's regular time, it's present time, one minute at a time, it's ten excruciating minutes in the Target line time, it's two hours till I get to go home to Oregon time. It's waiting for the next open stall in the ladies restroom time. Chronos is the hard, slow passing time. 
Then there's Kairos time. Kairos is said to be God's time. It's time outside of time. It's metaphysical time. It's those magical moments in which time stands still. I have a few of those moments each day. And I cherish them.
Like when I actually stop what I'm doing and really look at the moment I am in. I'll notice how my breath feels in my lungs. I notice a stranger's perfect smile. In a conversation with Noah, I'll see that his mouth is moving but I can't hear him because all I can think is -- This is the first time I've really seen Noah all day, and my God -- I love him. Kairos.
Like when I'm stuck in chronos time in the grocery line and I'm haggard and annoyed and angry at the slow check-out clerk. And then I look at my cart and I'm transported out of chronos. And suddenly I notice the piles and piles of healthy and delicious food. This chance to stand in a grocery line with enough money to pay. And I just stare at my cart. At the abundance. The bounty. Kairos.
Or when I curl up on the couch with Theo asleep at my feet and Noah asleep by my side and I listen to them both breathing. And for a moment, I think- how did a girl like me get so lucky? To be at home each night surrounded by this breath, this love, this peace, this warmth? Kairos.
These kairos moments leave as fast as they come- but I mark them. I say the word kairos in my head each time I leave chronos. And at the end of the day, I don't always remember exactly what my kairos moments were, but I remember I had them.

In spite of all my hectic days, I have more time than I think. In fact, I have all the time in the world. I just have to notice it. 



Thursday, January 5, 2012

2012 Improvements

Happy Holidays, Season's Greetings, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Kwanza and Happy frickin' New Year!!! 


Now that I've said all that… 


New Year's resolutions are destined to fail. Just as a Monday is the best day to start a change, end a habit, or start a new one… the start of a new year holds traditional power to motivate and instill hope. Weight loss is the biggest target goal, in addition to quitting smoking or drinking less. Those damn vices… 


I have never set a NYR before, but I gave it some thought this year. Sure, I could deprive myself from food I love, only to scarf my face come February 1…but why would I do that to myself? Instead, I'm framing it differently. As I said already, NYR's are destined to fail. I will not be trying to force a weight loss, and I love my IPA's way too much… I just want to make small improvements. You may see this as a form of self trickery...but c'mon… just go with it. 


My 2012 List of Self Improvements 


1)Take the stairs: I see this as an easy change. I walk all around downtown Seattle, and it's really easy to cut through buildings and take the escalator to avoid the large hills or towering stairs… but c'mon… how lazy am I? 
2)No cell phone: I get annoyed when I am sharing a meal with someone and they keep checking their phone, emails, texting…tweeting… but sometimes I am guilty also. I want to be present for my social life. The real one….. That email can wait, I'll text you later. 
3)Eat in more: I have so many recipes I want to try, and eating out is expensive. 
4)Be on time: To work, specifically. This will be hard. Getting in at 7 AM is tough when bedtime is usually midnight. Maybe an earlier bedtime would be easier??
5)Call people more often – less texting: There are 13 people I have text in the past week (judging by my message log). Out of those 13 people (all whom I love dearly) I have spoken to only 5 via phone in the past week. I need to pick up the phone more. 
6)Comfort zone: In 2011, I challenged my comfort zone…and it was awesome. Roller Derby!! Hot Yoga!! Kale!! Great reward! 
7)Turn off the internet: I will be unplugged by 10 PM. No emails, no Facebook, Twitter, Blogging, Shopbop….no. 
8)Spend less $: I feel as though I spend my money wisely, but I will admit, I am a sucker for a sale. I schedule appointments with my retail therapists… Macy's, Victoria's Secret, Sephora… but do I really need that new bra? 
9)Handwritten letters & Cards: In college, a wonderful speaker, Maura Cullen, came and presented to my freshman class. She challenged us to send a card to a loved one, because… simply… it means a lot more than an email, or another technological message. I love getting snail mail, and I know my friends and family will too.
10)Breathe: I'll be the first to admit that I am always stressed about something. Whether it's school, work, practicum, money… or the fact that the Kardashian's are still in the limelight… there's always something. I need to just sit, and focus on my breath.It will all be okay, because someday… Kim will be fat and old. 


Cheers to a new year! Bring it on 2012! 


Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Monday, September 26, 2011

San Juan Islands

    





                                        





 In a continued anniversary celebration, we took a trip to the San Juan Islands. The weather was perfect, and the views were absolutely stunning. This was a great way to spend my last "free" weekend before school starts! 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

DADT Repeal

Today, President Obama ended the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy. This policy has been in place for 18 years and has forced 14, 500 members of the U.S. Military to be discharged because they were thought to be gay, lesbian or bi-sexual. To say that someone cannot express who they really are for fear of losing their job would be unconstitutional, so why has it been okay for our Congress and Military to uphold such a policy? Today, the United States has made another step towards equity for all.  All I have to say is: It's about fucking time.

In recent months I have spoken to my Father and Step-Mother regarding this policy, both having served in the Army for over 20 years. To my surprise and disappointment, they were in full support of such a policy. I believe my Father's exact words were, "Gays don't belong in the Military. We don't need them." Hearing my father say that broke my heart. How could I have such a hateful father? He explained that having gay people in the Military would only cause problems. He continued on to say the most ignorant statement of them all: "I wouldn't want a gay guy in my bunk." Calm yourself Pops, I don't think a gay guy would want you either. 

The other piece to this heartbreak is something that I have never told my Father (and by continuing on, I am risking the chance that my father or step-mother read my blog): Dad, I'm Bi-sexual. Meaning, I like girls too. 

I am currently in a relationship with a boy. However, I have always been attracted to girls. Not only am I attracted to girls, but I have even been in relationships with girls. Over the past few years I have struggled to grip this "identity" because of the repercussions of "coming out".  I could go deeper into this, but my "coming out" story isn't the point. My point is: if I were in the Military, I would not have been able to be openly express who I am, or who I love. Everyday I would be fearful of being "found out" and without any just cause, discharged. How would you feel about that, Dad? Your own daughter? Would you feel any different? 

Regardless… thousands of lives have been changed today. Thousands of pounds of weight have been lifted off the shoulders of men and women serving our country. Imagine. These men and women, like my father and step-mother (who live so peacefully in their heterosexual relationship) can take in their own breath of freedom.

The irony in it all? To some, the scariest thing isn't grabbing a rifle and stepping into battle. The scariest thought might be opening up to their family, friends and colleagues. The repeal of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" has given the courage and the civil right to do so.

It's about fucking time.







He's been posting YouTube videos for 5 months talking about his coming out experience in the military... but he finally shows his face yesterday and comes out to his Dad live, after news that "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" officially ended. 

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Three Years

He's the boy who always gave me butterflies, but I never knew why. I loved his smile, his laugh, and that certain way he looked at me. 



While parting ways one night, we hugged and without any hesitation I kissed him on the cheek. That night I received a message: he liked the kiss.



He asked if I wanted to take a walk. We walked to the bridge high above the treetops. We talked by the light of the moon. He held my hand while laying under the stars. He kissed me until early morning. 



Our first date he made me vegetarian lasagna. He was nervous; it was delicious. Our conversations were honest and open. My stomach doing flips. He's so wonderful. 



"I'm afraid I'll fall for you," I said. "Don't worry, I'll always catch you,"he said. 



Notes left on the pillow. Surprise gifts. Doors held open. Kisses on the forehead. Movies. Basketball games.Trips to the coast. Morning coffee.
Lunch dates. Dinner plans. 



On his bed we sat, holding hands. Both nervous. Those three words have never meant more to me.

Three years later, he still gives me butterflies and the "I love you's" are even stronger. 

Noah, I adore you. 




 

The song he wooed me with 3 years ago. :)




Saturday, September 3, 2011

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