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the best gift of all.

two years ago, i got the most tragic news. my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.

it changed my whole world.

for an entire year, i was numb. i didn’t cry. i didn’t feel. i didn’t realize i had completely shut down.

it wasn’t until i met a dear, sweet boy who had experienced love, loss, and lived to tell that i even realized how far removed i was.

he broke my thumb. and broke my heart. wide. open.

he’s no longer in my life, but i think of him every single day. and i’m thankful that even though we didn’t have the ending we once dreamed of, he renewed my hope in love and partnerships. we may not talk. we may not text. but he’ll forever remain in my heart as one of my fondest memories and i wish him all the love and happiness in the world.

merry xxxmas to you. wherever you are.

and thank you. for being my human heater, melting the ice, and breaking down all my walls.

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9.9 on the gorgeous scale.

sometimes you meet someone and they seem (almost) perfect.

it leaves you baffled. you’re unable to figure out what’s wrong with them…or why in the world they’d be single?

there HAS to be a reason, you just can’t put your finger on it. you run over it and over it in your head…

this weekend i learned a safe assumption: fallen arches.

at least, that’s what’s assumed about me 😉

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smoke signals & bright colors.

my best friend informed me that my mr. forever is out there looking for me. and i feel awful for him… if you know me at all, you know i live like a granny. in bed by 9pm most nights and when i am out in the world, i am oblivious to most things around me.

in an effort to make my future mister’s life easier (let’s face it, he’s gonna have his hands full with me), i’ve pledged to wear brighter colors and send out smoke signals.

i hope he likes hot pink.

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it’s always been aidan.

i’ve been indulging myself in some serious sex & the city time.

and big is infuriating. failing to commit. refusing to introduce carrie to his mother. and then running off to paris only to marry someone else? ew! and what’s worse is that after all that carrie still doesn’t value herself enough to cut ties with him.

now, i love me some carrie. i really really do. i love the clothes. i love the writing (duh). and i love her relationship with her friends. and i relate to all of it…but the big thing i can’t get on board with.

big is self-absorbed, not interested in getting to know her friends, and completely unavailable. aidan is sweet, great with his hands, funny, and isn’t afraid of commitment. NO BRAINER.

so, while i do have a post-it as a lovely remnant of my last relationship and a closet (or three) full of clothing, for me, it’s always been aidan.

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got you last!

my brother is fifteen years older than i am. for as long as i can remember i’ve called him ‘nerd’ and somehow over the years he decided that ‘nurse’ was the female form of nerd so that’s how he tends to refer to his darling little sister.

my brother and i play this game. ‘i got you last’ – it’s similar to ‘tag, you’re it’ except we only play as we’re leaving each other. never when we’re just hanging out…(cuz that wouldn’t make sense) the point is to be the last one to touch the other.

the game always escalates quickly and no matter how high my heels are or how full i am after dinner, i ALWAYS feel compelled to run after him to get that last hit in. clearly, our game has resulted in crazy chases up and down stairs, object throwing, and (my personal favorite) the time i thought he left and was really hiding near my front door to get me.

we’ve been playing this game for years and years. and i never thought anything of it until i had a friend around to witness it. it occurred to me that perhaps playing our version of tag at 30 & 45 isn’t normal…but it’s playful, fun, whimsical, silly, and always makes me laugh. just like my favorite person in the world.

even if he is a big nerd.