aloha

off for the holiday weekend.



i am thankful for many things: the bf. my family. my friends.

and today, i am very thankful for flight benefits.

happy thanksgiving.

one

dear bf,

happy birthday to the only one who can make me laugh when three bad things happen in a row.

how do i love thee?

let me count the ways:

you let me call you little gazelle. i like the way you laugh without making a sound. i especially love when you can't help but laugh out loud. when you said "i think you said floss but i can't be certain" when you couldn't hear me through the bathroom door. the way you leave a trail of your belongings wherever you go. your little corner. watching me drive from your office. your threshold for love. the night we picked out suit/shirt/tie pairings. using your poker winnings for pillow money. how you listen to your mother, even when you have no patience left. the phone calls you make to your family and friends. your voice when you're tired. having lunch with you. your pasta. your patience, kindness, and understanding. watching house together. the way your hair flops around when you move your head. the face you make when you try to burp (and ultimately can't). your nonexistent butt and chicken legs. when you forget something. driving anywhere. making fun of the fruit i buy that goes bad. your love for chocolate. your fancy pravda vodka. the red zip-up you wear in the mornings. denim patches on your jeans. the way you dance me around. how i can spend every waking moment with you and still want more.

the endless ways you take care of me.

happy birthday to the lo(ve) of my life.

i love you,
sophie

white

i love buying home accessories.

and i especially love buying things in white.

a blank slate. so pure.

i think i adore the possibility of it. that it can go with anything. the idea is just waiting to take shape. you can't really go wrong with anything you choose. because it will all come together.

i feel white today.

and i like it.

lola

my friend s and i went here last night.

it was lovely. community tables. low lighting. great ambiance.

my kind of place.

we had tortilla de patatas, roasted asparagus with pimenton de la vera, and barcelona eggplant stacks.

accompanied by glasses of sangria, of course.

dulce de dia was an almond cake with blackberry glace.

amazing.

not to mention the company, the stories, and the maniacal laughter.

sigh.

free

i haven't been in the mood to write lately.

just thinking. a lot.

i'm free today, and i will be free for the next couple of weeks. or months.

it makes me nervous. and excited.

there's no where to go but up, right?

peace.

mankato

my little brother got married this weekend.

i am still reeling from the emotions.

i held it together until the slideshow, when i saw how much my brother had really grown up. stuck in my mind forever at fifteen, i guess i just took for granted that he would always be just my little brother.

and now he is on his honeymoon.

he is, a wonderful, big-hearted person.

i am overwhelmingly protective of him, not because i think he's fragile, but because i think that he is so soft that i don't want him to be hurt. ever.

it's so nice that he found someone. he will be the most wonderful husband. and father.

oh. there i go again.

care

i am a planner by nature.

i take care of things. mostly by myself.

because i think relying on someone else will ultimately cause disappointment.

i set myself up to be disappointed when someone is trying to help me because they won't do it my way. i forget that to be human is to be imperfect. i forget that to be me is to be imperfect.

and although i sigh with disappointment, deep down i know that it is because i am the only one who can take care of me, the way i want it to be.

except, for some reason, no matter how many reasons i give him to let me down, or how many ways i give him an out,

the bf always comes through for me.