I got a love letter yesterday. It made my heart melt, it made me proud. It was pure and true. My 3 year old wrote mama heart stella. In her sweet, young, left-handed handwriting.
I love warm sunshine, peonies, magnolia trees, wild roses, hydrangeas, glitter, journals, books, butterflies, the ocean, the smell of a new plastic float, champagne, cupcakes,
rain on the rooftop,writers,
old homes, the amazing things that children say and do, people who are on time, stationary, obsessively taking pictures.
I have moved so many times I am not sure where I am from. I do know that each place gave me something and took something away.
I am very southern but lost my best accent along the way. I had a speech teacher that made me correct my southern charm. Now, I talk too fast. I don't why. Maybe I'm in a hurry,nervous energy or too much caffeine.
I have always loved sad songs even though I'm happy.