I’m convinced that this is that top-secret-meaning-of-life thing that everyone is always trying to figure out.
I’m a cynic by nature, a negative Nelly…sarcasm is my weapon of choice. But hidden under all of that, is that silly young girl, hopeless romantic at heart.
Love is what makes the world go ’round.
Think about it.
You don’t just love people, you love places, ideas, anything really…
If people didn’t love, in some capacity or another, the world would cease to exist, because nothing would happen anymore.
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day. The day that celebrates this very concept. Singles balk at the idea of it. The flower industry rejoices. But for me, it’s not just romantic. I received silly valentine’s at work from co-workers and it brought a smile to my face. It doesn’t have to be a celebration of coupledom, but instead, a celebration of life, and the heart of it, which is love.
I felt loved and happy yesterday, and I’m trying to remind myself that what I love, is what makes me…me.
I have this tiny life growing inside of me, and it’s making me think about life…A LOT…and reminding me to love in ways I’ve forgotten.
I want this baby to grow up watching his (or her) family doing what they love and not just living life, doing the bare minimum, without passion.
It’s time for me to do what I love again.
I do have a Valentine, my sweet James, my baby daddy…and also Brennan. I’m thankful for them both.
And also thankful for family and friends who remind me that love still exists in so many corners of this life.
This weekend, we share some of our love in sharing the news of this baby with more family. And it makes my heart want to burst.