'Giving'

Due to recent events, both in my own and to those in my life, I've decided to put down my own thoughts on this thing called love. 

You may disagree and think I am naive but to me this is how things are,

and there is no changing that. 

Love is a frightening thing; 

it entails laying your heart on a cutting board, handing someone a knife, yet trusting that they won't use it. giving my love to you means giving you the power to hurt me more than anyone can or has ever had the ability to.

 It is then expected-no, required-that if you accept this love of mine, 

you understand these things. 

You must summon the courage to assume the responsibility to the precious gift you now hold. 

But somehow it seems incorrect to call my love a gift.

 you have earned every loving thought, 

every kind word, 

every caring gesture.

 'Giving' love to you implies that you don't deserve it, 

and that couldn't be further from the truth. 

Love is the most valuable thing I have in this world and I wouldn't just give it away to just anyone. 

Love is a verb: it requires action. 

from both parties. 

Little Christmas

Fa la la la la and Christmas Cheer!

It's the most wonderful time of the year and I absolutely love this time of the year, especially this year's Christmas, something about this year seems fantastic. Maybe because I just hit twenty years of age earlier this year and I now have this new perspective on life, but I'm actually super excited for the next 40 to 60 years on this planet and i actually know why. 

I know I have said it a thousand times since my birthday, but I can't wait to go on a mission and that still hasn't changed. . . but there is after the mission I'm super excited for.

I'm excited to get married to the most fabulous man who has ever walked into my life and worships the ground I walk on and spend eternity with him. 

(I love you, just so you know and you know who you are) 

But I'm excited for our family we are going to start and the Christmas's we get to spend with them. 

If you follow my blog, you will realize that my dream job is to be a mom. That's it. An awesome mom. 

Period. Done. That is all I want to be. The End. 

I will be the mom that will deck out the house in Christmas decor, making sure my children will love christmas and that it will feel like Christmas for them every year, even when they are teenagers.
And spending Christmas with those future little ones will be fantastic. 

To once again see what magic comes from their little imaginations around this time of year. 

To see their eyes glow at all the lights,

Waiting by the chimney to catch a glimpse of Santa,

Watching their expressions of ah and wonder, 

and spending it with my handsome man. 

Man on man. . . Unlike Scrooge, I can't wait for my Christmas future. 


Happy Christmas to you all!