Happy Valentine’s Day!
I’d like to start off by saying to the couples out there, I
really hope this isn’t the only day of the year you’re showing each other love
because you should be honoring each other with TLC every day of the year! Having
said that, today, I will honor the chubby kid with the bow & arrow by
talking about all things in my life that causes that feeling of love. After all,
I am a firm believer that love isn’t necessarily a “thing” but it is a “feeling”.
I love sunshine and how the warmth of sunshine feels on your
bare feet.
I love that feeling I get right when I click “confirm” on an
airline site to book a ticket abroad.
I love chocolate bread pudding.
I love connections.
I love connections.
I love the feeling after a good run in the rain and ride for
that matter.
I love the feeling of knowing someone, your significant
other, has your back.
I love laughter.
I love white chocolate. White chocolate is still chocolate
no matter what others say.
I love the feeling I think my dog feels whenever she sees
me.
I love peacefulness.
I love lavender.
I love lavender.
I love that feeling of being anonymous in a town I’ve never
been before.
I love the water and the ocean.
I love Nicholas Sparks movies.
I love Nicholas Sparks movies.
I love creativity through the lens.
I love sports.
I love sports.
I love acts of compassion and kindness.
I love Paris.
I love Kona Brewery’s Golden Ale, champagne and Pinot Noir.
I love the sound of crashing ocean waves.
I love the sunset.
I love the sunrise.
I love the stars under dark skies.
I love tulips.
I loved my time in Africa.
I love the sunset.
I love the sunrise.
I love the stars under dark skies.
I love tulips.
I loved my time in Africa.
I love putting smiles on people’s faces.
I love simple.
I love kids.
I love Sunday mornings and Amos Lee. Yes, that combination.
I love Sunday mornings and Amos Lee. Yes, that combination.
I love surprising people.
I love it when I hear my sister use the word “dip shit”.
I love losing myself to a song.
I love creativity.
I love creativity.
I love my peoples.
I love the smell of books.
I love the smell of books.
I love, love.
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