For years, I dreaded Valentine’s Day. I wanted to hate it. After all, I was single and alone. no one sent me flowers, bought me chocolates, or mailed me a card. I would recall the last time I had a Valentine date and cringe that at the fact that no one wanted to be my Valentine since my senior year of high school. Despite feeling lonely on this holiday for over 18 years, I held hope that it would be more someday. Someday happened after I met my husband, Chris. (Granted, our first Valentine’s Day together was thwarted by my
Disclosure: I’m a member of the Netflix #StreamTeam which means that they pay for the streaming service in exchange for me posting once a month about the service. All opinions are my own. Years ago, a few years before I met my husband Chris, I stopped watching animated movies. It wasn’t because I didn’t like them. I did. After all, I went to the theater and watched The Incredibles, Finding Nemo, and Shrek. I stopped going to see animated movies because I hoped I would be a mom someday. Everyone told me that once you had kids, you would have to watch the movies a million times
This time of year I find myself thinking of family and friends, particularly the latter. While I get to spend time with some family during the holidays, I don’t get to see my friends very often. The majority of my friends live hundreds, if not thousands, of miles away from me. We connect on social media and through infrequent phone calls (that’s my fault because I hate talking on the phone….yes, I suck as a friend). During the holidays, particularly Thanksgiving, I feel thankful for all the friends who support and love me, despite the fact that I’m bad about keeping in
I love my family. Love my girls. Love my life. These pictures might give you a hint as to why.