It has been almost three years since I wrote this love letter to myself (see below). I was younger and life looked different than it does now, though it seems hard for me to imagine how so much could have happened in just three short years. And while a lot has changed, many of these things I asked of myself are still very tangible. If you haven't written yourself a love letter I would encourage you to try it. Write it now, and store it away until next year at this time- you will be amazed at how you've grown and how...
Each season offers a unique set of reasons to curl up with a good book; in summer you can sway between trees in a hammock reading of adventures and mystery, autumn brings warm cider and cool breezes from open windows, and spring rainstorms draw you back to bed with a book and a mug of coffee. And lastly winter...winter is the time of year when all the world slows down a bit, we cozy together in front of fires and settle in for longer evenings. We pull out all the blankets, and live by the glow of tiny twinkling lights.
We've all had those days. The ones that leave you practically crawling into your bed, too exhausted to speak or think or take off your eye make up. A girlfriend and I once shared a laugh over being so worn out from the day that we skipped brushing our teeth and settled for a quick swish of mouthwash. And though it sounds like an exaggeration I know I'm not alone in saying any of this.
It’s these days, when the air is crisp and cool, and the leaves choreograph that most beautiful autumnal ballet that we start to think about family traditions. The holidays we celebrate are significant, but it’s the people we sit side by side with that fill our wells and recharge our hearts.