I love that a new cafe has opened up near(ish) to home and that they put hearts in my hot chocolate. I love that we went and had brunch for the first time in about a year (mortgagees on a tight budget, yo).
I love that I ran into a friend there, even though she lives on the other side of the city. I love new opportunities that are opening up, I love that I’ve been invited to a crafty group and that I might finally get my crocheting straightened out.
I love that I’m reading the words my husband writes for a living, how proud I am of him and his wordly talents (why didn’t I inhert these through marriage?).
I love that we’ve just ordered wedding pizza for dinner tonight. Wedding pizza being our favouritest pizza ever that we chose to eat on our wedding day with all our friends.
I love that I’m getting some of my mojo back, slowly but surely. I love feeling like I’m part of something bigger than I am. I love feeling like I’m making a difference, just little ol’ me. I love that so many people in my “real” life are blogging; my longest of friends and even a sister-in-law. I love that I feel like blogging isn’t something to be ashamed of anymore.
I love that I can look at this face and feel sofa king relieved that we’re back on speaking terms again.
I love that the cats don’t poop until Dan gets home, so that he can clean the litter tray.
I also love my ugg boots.