The other day I realized that, deep down, some part of me has imagined that one day some certain magic person would arrive in my life and stand confidently before me and declare a few ridiculously beautiful things, like:
“Hey, Julie, I love you.
Yep.
I do.
I love everything about you.
Even when you just woke up and you’re a little disgruntled. In hair and mood.
Even when you missed the turn and made us late. Again.
Even when you don’t put your dishes in the dishwasher. Or even the kitchen.
Even when you have a double chin in the picture.
Even when you ask me to run all over town in a mad rush to pick up that stuff you forgot to get for that thing that starts in 10 minutes.
Even when those lines around your eyes start resisting camouflage.
Even when your dinner is two hours late and not worth the wait.
Even when you’re absolutely, positively, obnoxiously wrong.
Even then.
Especially then.
I love you.”
Turns out…that person I’ve been waiting for has been here all along. But she either just finally figured it out. Or I just finally decided to listen.
Or both?
Either way, it’s making for a much sweeter Valentine’s Day this year.
I have some theories on why this shift that I’ve been working toward for so, so, so long just finally happened in an I-think-this-is-finally-for-real way – on why loving myself just finally went from being something I should do to something I do. But I’m not worrying about those details right now. Instead, I’m just enjoying the moment.
Lots and lots of love to you today, my friends. And lots of love to our own little selves too, huh?
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P.S. Thanks, R-girl for that adorable chalkboard embroidery hoop. The message I wrote on it is especially for you, and R-boy, and me.
xo
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