Mother Moon

A few days ago, on my way home from school I noticed the moon in broad daylight, and how big it looked. So when I read online today that the full moon tonight was going to be the biggest the earth has seen since 1993, I was pretty excited. I love the moon. Ever since I was a kid I've loved the moon. It was my first word, and for a good portion of my early years, I honestly thought the moon followed me. My mom still tells the stories of me sitting in the backseat while we were driving at night and hearing my little voice saying, "Mommy, look. The moon's following me!"
So me and the moon, we go way back.

Tonight was made even more special because I attended a full moon ceremony of sorts. My first experience with this was last month, and I can tell it's going to be something we do every night of a full moon.
We go to this Native American medicine woman's house and sit outside around a fire. In the house are laid out all sorts of Native American herbs and bird feathers and a special "sacred" paper that we write things we want to let go of and things we want to bring into our lives. Then we pick herbs by their scent and go outside and offer it to the fire. It's crazy too because if someone writes something down that they're not ready to release or receive, it simply doesn't burn.
Mine burned almost as soon as they hit the flames and sent a bright blaze shooting straight towards the beautiful moon.
It's all very relaxing and a great way to really think about what I want and how I'm going to go about accomplishing it. It's very spiritual too. Last month I was sort of named "Pure Heart" and I dunno, it made a big impression on me.
Tonight, I told her about my nightmares...the nightmares I've suffered from almost every single night for the past four months, and she put together some herbs for me to put under my pillow to bring good dreams. So with this big bright, beautiful full moon in the sky, I'm going to test them out.
Wish me luck! I'm off to dreamland.

My Other Half

As blogging goes, I always end up writing about my boyfriends. Those of you who have read my older posts already know this. So it will come as no surprise that this is yet another post about the incredible man in my life.

Today is our 3 month anniversary. I know, I know, no big deal in most people's eyes but I still celebrate every moment that we're together. In some ways I can't believe it's already been three months since we made everything "official". But in others, it seems like so much longer. That's probably due to the fact that we've been best friends for a little over two years now and we dated a little last year. And even through Darren coming home and my initial excitement and immense love for him at the time, I don't think a single day went by that I didn't think of Brent. Even when I wasn't allowed to talk to him. We connected on a much deeper level than I've ever connected with anyone, in those early months of our budding friendship. And that connection never faded. In fact, it grows stronger every day.

He is my confidant, my savior, my lover, my best friend. My other half.
I have never in my life felt more complete. We have such an incredible equally balanced relationship. We make each other happy. He sees me at my best and my worst and loves me through it all. And I him. It still blows my mind that we wound up together and so happily in love. I couldn't ask for more. I truly love everything about him. I love his family, and his friends. I love his body, his beautiful face and hands. I love his kind eyes and brilliant smile. I love his sense of humor. I love all the little things that go unnoticed by everyone else. The way he flicks his wrist as he packs his only addiction when he first gets in the car. The way he checks his watch. The way he holds things. The way he holds me. I love the way he plays with kids...he's going to be an amazing father one day. And I love the way he treats family. He is one of the kindest, selfless people I've ever known. His love is radiant.
I thank God every day for being blessed with such a wonderful man. Not everyone is so lucky.
I am finally happy. So many people have waited to see me like this. They've watched as I've worked and struggled to keep bad relationships alive. It's so hard for me to let go. But I am so happy I finally did and came to my senses. This is what I've been waiting for. This is it. All the pain and conflict and seemingly never ending battles, were worth it. And I'd do it all again. I don't regret any of it. I'm not even sad about it anymore. The past is past, and made me who I am today. And my reward is so much greater than I ever dared to imagine.

So, on this day, December 3rd, 2008; I'd just like to say thank you babe. For everything. I love you.
Love,
Me*

Newest Addition

I've been meaning to write about the newest addition to my life.





We brought Bailey home on the 21st. She is the most adorable little boxer puppy in the whole world. Brent and I have been thinking of getting a house together, and then we decided that we'd need a puppy to go with that house. But we wanted to get one and have her all trained before we started really looking for a place.
So we started looking for litters of Boxers.
Brent actually found her and we waited two weeks before we could go pick her up. But she was well worth the wait. It was something like love at first second, when I saw her. She's about the size of a football at only six weeks, and she's already adjusting very well for such a young pup.
She keeps her daddy up all night long just like a brand new baby. I sleep right through everything :) Brent seems to think this a little unfair, but I reminded him that one day, a very long time from now, when we have kids; I'll be the one staying up all night...he won't be able to whip out a nipple and let them nurse. So it's only fair that he has to get up with the puppy every two hours so she can go out, and then try to lull her back to sleep when she wants to play for an hour :) Plus, I just don't do cold. And three in the morning in November in Utah, is COLD. And I sleep in a lot less than pajamas, so it would be far too difficult to get dressed at that hour.

It's a good thing he loves me so much :)
But really, Bailey is wonderful...and she's turned us into an adorable little family.

Little Bro

Had to write real quick about my hilariously adorable little brother.

I was getting settled in bed with Brent just a few minutes ago when I remembered that I needed to check the upstairs bathroom for an extra contact case. (I'm not very good at this whole remembering to put them in when I get up, and take them back out, before I pass out, thing) So, in my boy shorts and cami, I raced upstairs to see if we had an extra case.

When I got there, I didn't find a case, but I did find this note taped to the mirror:




In case you can't decipher his horrible handwriting in pink highlighter, it reads:

"Alex, wake me
Jonah up right
now throw some
water on my face
if you have to but
wake me up!!!!"

I giggled and ran back downstairs to grab my phone to capture the hilarity of the moment and post it here. Brent looked at me like I was nutty when I told him, as I was running back out of my room, that I had to go take a picture of the note Jonah left on the mirror for Alex to wake him up in the morning.

I love that kid.

Dear Self

Dear Self,

Once again, I have gotten way too far behind in my blogging. I have been a loser and let you down. Again. But in my defense, I've been a busy loser. Mixing work and school part time with a boyfriend double time, doesn't leave much time for anything else. (Especially when you do all 3 in one day and squeeze in a kick ass football game. GO UTES!) But I do apologize and promise to try and go back and get fully caught up and keep blogging from here on out. I know that sounds like another lame empty promise, but hey, at least I have good intentions Right? Alright, apology in place, I'm going to let you go for now dearest Self.
I'm going to get us Starbucks. We need coffee.

Love,
Me

Look Death in the Face

Today I almost died on the freeway. I was driving up to school from Brent's house and was in a horrific car accident. My goals have been changed. I won't be able to continue excersizing. I can still eat healthy, but I'm laid up in bed. I'm not even typing this right now. Brent is an angel and is doing it for me. I'll post more details and some pictures when I'm doing better. For now, I'm going to rest.

U2 and Ruby River

So yesterday, Brent text me and asked if I'd be feeling up to going out later. I immediately said yes because I love love love spending time with him, so he told me he'd look into a couple things and get back to me. We ended up going to the Gateway. He took me to see the U2 laser show at Clark Planetarium. It was SO COOL!
I love U2 and seeing the songs portrayed through trippy computer graphics in the dome theater was awesome. The whole being there with my Mountain Man, made everything that much more perfect.

When we left the Planetarium, he took me to Ruby River, and I had steak. It was so good. By the way, if you've never been to Ruby River, you have to go. It is seriously the best steak I've ever had in my life. They have yummy sides too. I got a Caesar Salad and a yam. The Yam probably isn't the healthiest thing in the world, but it's definitely better than a baked potato or fries so I figure, I did OK.

So we had a wonderful night. Ruby River holds a special place in my heart now too. A few weeks ago, he took me there for the first time. He had always raved about it and I'd promised not to go unless it was with him. Let me tell you it was worth the wait. Along with the incredible food, we had a particularly romantic evening. They played numerous country love songs, and when we were leaving, "I Can't Stop Loving You" came on. We walked outside, and it was playing over the speakers as we walked hand in hand to the car. Brent suddenly stopped and started digging change out of his pocket. There is a big fountain right outside and he turned to me, handed me a penny, and said, "make a wish!" So, pennies in hand, he grabbed me and kissed me right in front of that fountain under the moon. And while we kissed we made our wishes and flung our pennies into the water. It was so romantic. And a wonderful first experience.

So now, any time we go to Ruby River, I think about that night. How much fun we had, the sexual tension on the ride home, and the relief of it all, into the early hours of the morning.

This is Me. Now.

A few days ago I was going through one of my journals and found something I wrote back in June, shortly after my date with myself in Park City.
When I read it, I giggled and realized that after writing this, I really started to try and find myself again. I've done a pretty good job of it too. I'm in school, have a new job that I mostly love, and I've got a man in my life that inspires me to do more. To pursue my dreams and shows interest in what I want in life. The following is what I wrote almost 3 months ago. The beginning of finding myself. So here goes.

Do you ever sit and ask yourself, "who am I?". I do. And my mind becomes overwhelmed with societal expectations and accusations and misinterpretations and before I know it, I've become lost in the jumbled mess of my mind. And on these occasions I force myself to stop. And think.
Think about who I really am.
Right now, I am a five foot seven and three quarters of an inch tall, twenty year old brunette gone jet black. With eyes the brown-black color of the richest dark chocolate you can find.
I have golden-mocha skin that craves the sun and thankfully doesn't freckle. Well, on second thought, I do have 3 freckles on the bottom right corner of my lower lip...you have to look real hard to see.
I have a big smile full of mostly straight white teeth, framed by soft full lips the color of faded cranberries.
The only plastic surgery I've ever wanted is Otoplasty because my ears stick out a little more than they should. But recent shrinkage of my body has resulted in unwanted breast reduction. So now I wouldn't mind some enhancement. But if I never had anything done cosmetically speaking, I'd be O.K.

Coffee runs through my veins and is my addiction of choice. A good strong Americano is the angel of my morning. Extra shot iced, with hazelnut syrup- no cream.
I prefer daisies over roses and I love butterflies. So much that I have one tattooed to my right hip. That is currently the only ink on my body- Although I plan to get one more and I crave the tickling pain of the whole process.
My soul delights in music, writing, and art. Sometimes I sing too much. Sometimes I don't write enough. My art has gone dormant due to life.
I talk in my sleep. Or so I'm told. Sometimes I wake myself up snoring.
I hate sleeping alone.

I used to be afraid of the dark. Now I revel in it. I love to feel the silky black night around me. Sometimes when everyone is asleep, I climb out my brother's bedroom window to sit on the roof and get lost in thought. The speckles of glittering stars seem to wink and remind me that everything's going to be O.K.

I love my hands. Long and slender. And though they'd be much prettier if I didn't chew my nails, they are what they are and they enable me to express myself through words and paint and charcoal shavings.
The smell of fresh cut grass makes me nauseous. I get goosebumps when I sneeze.
I love to dance in the rain.
I believe in faeries.
Water is my element. Not by Zodiac, but self declaration. The ocean soothes and terrifies me. My favorite place to be is on the shore with the tide tickling my toes. This is where I feel most complete. But my home is in the beautiful mountains.
I love every color. They each have a place. And if I were forced to choose my favorite, it would probably be green. The mother of nature. But I feel most comfortable in black. It's slimming and sophisticated. Though I look positively bangin' in red.

I love all things beautiful. My favorite show on earth is thunder and lightning making love across a dark sky.
My favorite feeling is skin on skin. I'm a nymphomaniac and not afraid to admit it. It's part of the DelVizo bloodline.

My mother's my best friend. I love my family. We're crazy, but that's just the way I like it.
I've never been sugary sweet, I'm more of a bittersweet kind of girl.
I believe in magic and on occasion, I cast a few spells.
I don't believe in organized religion.
I want to travel the world and make a difference. I want to be known. And loved.

I love freely and strongly. I'm a fireball of passion.
Sometimes I pick my face. I'm not very good with dieting.
I have big feet and not as small of a waist as I'd like, but I love my body.

Sometimes I cry. A lot. But mostly I laugh. And as seemingly unattractive as it may be, quite often, if you get me laughing hard enough, I snort. But I promise it's kinda cute.

I love to learn. A total nerd at heart. If you ever can't find me, I'm probably curled up somewhere with my nose in a book.
I'm human. I have a few bad habits. I cuss and smoke. But my big mostly straight teeth are still white. And nothing could change my big smile. Although my lips might not always stay the color of faded cranberries. And my hair probably won't always remain jet black.

I'm a crazy good time and though I'm not the dictionary definition of perfect, I'm perfectly me.

And I'm perfectly O.K. with that.

Fall. My new beginning

So me and my bad habits...I've yet again, neglected my blog. But I can say, in my defense, I have been going through a lot. And I'm happy to say that "a lot" isn't all bad. In fact, none of it is. At the time, I thought my world was crashing down, but you know how they always say, when thinks are hard and you don't understand why, it's because something bigger and better is in the cards for you. Just around the corner. You just can't see it yet. Or something to that effect,that's what they say. Whoever they are.

So,to get you all caught up, I went through a horrible break up that should have happened 9 long months ago. Especially now knowing that Ass Hole was cheating on me. BUT, I am SO much happier now. I never thought I'd ever say that. I'm surprised how fast I've been able to get over that horrific relationship. But I have. And I have my Mountain Man to thank.

He has helped me through everything and been here for me and he's been wonderful. That whole something bigger and better in the cards just around the corner, yeah that's him. I'm just so lucky to have had him so close around the corner. I am seriously the happiest I've ever been. It feels so good to say that and really mean it. I said it for so long hoping that if I said it enough, I might actually believe it and eventually things would get better and I would be happy. But that never happened. And I'm glad it didn't. I do believe everything happens for a reason. I went through an incredible learning experience and now I've been placed into the arms of the most wonderful man I could ever have hoped for. And he adores me just the way I am. We're best friends too which makes everything as perfect as I could wish for right now.

So that's the big update on my life.
I found my new beginning at the most unsuspected time in the most unsuspected way.

Fall.
I fell out of something terrible, right into the most beautiful relationship full of bright vibrant changing colors.
Every day is new and exciting.
Every kiss still gives me butterflies.
Everything is far more amazing than I could have ever imagined.

For most people, Spring has always been the season of new beginnings and rebirth. But I've never been like most people. It only makes perfect sense for my rebirth to be cradled by falls cool-warm breezes and beautiful changing colors. Golden sunlight kissing my skin in a far gentler way than summer has with me. And when those cruel winter winds set in, I'll be curled up with my everlasting sun. My mountain man. His kisses against my skin will keep me warm all winter long.

My dear pink pen.

I was telling the tragic story of my pink pen the other day with the result of many blank looks. No one seems to understand my distress at the loss of my favorite pen.

I'd had that pen since High School. I kept it in my purse at all times. I signed checks and receipts with it and if I ever needed to write a quick note, it was always there.
Until last week. I went to pull it out and found it was missing. At the time, I didn't think much of it, I was sure it had probably fallen out of my wallet to the bottom of my abyss of a purse and I'd just dig it out later. When later came around, I was distressed to find that it was nowhere in my purse.
I hoped it was somewhere in my car or at home. But after searching both I still didn't find it. And then, the next morning while walking into my office, there it was.

Smashed to pieces in the parking lot.

It must have fallen out of my purse on my way to or from my car one day and I didn't notice. So the poor thing got run over.
I'm quite sad about the whole situation. That pen has been my confidant for over 2 years. I wrote poems and odd bits and pieces of songs. That pen helped immortalize my thoughts. And it went everywhere with me. It even graciously accompanied me to Cuba. And now it's dead. I have no choice but to go and buy a new pink pen to replace it.
The pink pen is my signature. All through High School, that's how my teachers identified my work. If there was a name in pink in the top right corner, they knew who it was. Same with yearbook signing. Pink ink was my thing. So, I'll be stopping at Smith's today when I get off work to purchase my replacement. But my old pen will forever hold a special place in my heart.

The Gardella Vampire Chronicles

I have a confession to make. I'm a bit on the weird side...I love Vampire novels. So when my mom brought home the latest in our favorite series, I devoured it in one day. Yesterday in fact. Yes, while I was neglecting Candyland I was reading a juicy Vampire book. I simply couldn't put it down. If anyone is ever looking for a new series to read, I highly suggest Colleen Gleason's Gardella Vampire Chronicles. They are so good.

Whenever I read, I find myself sympathizing with one of the characters. I think we all do that, but I really feel some strong similarities between Victoria Gardella, AKA new Leader of the Vampire Hunters, and myself. Even though I may not have strong Venator blood running through my veins, I feel very much like Victoria. Sounds cheesy I know, but truly, it isn't.

I especially loved this particular passage. It forcefully reminded me of ,myself. What I crave in a relationship.

"She was a woman....a woman who liked to be touched, who enjoyed being reminded that she was desirable...he made her feel. He'd brought pleasure to a life that had once been so simple, so normal and easy and bland...with his irrepressible charm and unabashed flirtation, Sebastian made her heart beat faster and her body reawaken..."

Devil Shoes

In my search for something to wear this morning, I decided to steal my sister's cute pink tank because it looked adorable with my flower bra straps.
When I came upstairs, she offered to let me borrow her pink sparkly Jelly shoes too, so I ran back downstairs, dug them out and put them on.
Only problem, her feet are smaller than mine. I figured, what the hell, they're Jellies, they stretch. I'll be totally fine to wear them.

Wrong. Those shoes are of the Devil.

After 2 hours of prancing around in the damn things, my feet felt like they were going to fall off. I forgot how uncomfortable Jellies are even when they're your size. I think poking myself repeatedly in the eyeball would have been more comfortable. So as cute as they are, I finally ditched them and have been running around my office barefoot.





I guess it's a good idea I brought a back-up pair of pink sparkly flip flops in my car. I don't think I'd last even one minute traipsing around the arts festival in these.

Back in Heels!

I just had to post this picture as proof that I'm almost completely healed. :)
When I put this dress on yesterday, I absolutely HAD to wear my cute red heels. I know I should probably stay in flip flops for another week, but I just couldn't resist.
When my chiropractor started to scold me for wearing them, I explained to him that it would have been completely unethical not to wear heels with this dress. He even agreed that the heels did make the outfit.
And they made my day. I felt nothing short of adorable. I've so missed wearing heels. I was made for heels. And the excessive pain in my ankle is totally worth it.

Pucker up your lips...

In my family we ALWAYS kiss each other. Whether we're leaving to go to the store, or work, or just saying goodnight. Some people find that kind of weird, but that's just how we are. It's the Spanish culture. :)
So last night, it really wouldn't have been all that weird puckering up my lips waiting for my 16 year old brother to give me a kiss goodnight...until he opened his big mouth...not that way you pervert.

"Your lips are huge..like as big as Will Smith's."

"You're weird."

"No really. And have you seen that poster for Hancock? His lips look like...steak."

"Are you saying my lips look like steak?"

"No. Will Smith's do."

"Uh-huh..."

"Your lips just look like his. Or they're as big as his when you pucker them up."

"So you're saying my lips look good enough to eat."

"No..."

"You're ridiculous."

Wanna swim?

I just got back home from swimming with my mom and the boys. And by swimming I certainly don't mean anything crazy like fully submerging myself in water or anything like that. Don't get me wrong, I love water. And on occasion, if it's hot enough, I'll get in the pool, but in Utah, the water is generally just too damn cold for that shit. So by swimming, I mean laying out in the sun at the local vicinity which houses a pool.

After nachos, hot dogs, and a smoothie, we were becoming exceptionally hot, so my mom and I ventured down to the poolside to stick our feet in and cool off. We got quite a bit cooler than either of us had anticipated. We were soon hollering at my brothers,

"No splashing!
No kicking!
No Swimming!
No diving!
No moving!"

We were half joking. At least about the swimming part, but when Jonah scooped up half the pool with his arm and covered me in it, I decided it was probably best to just stick to the chair.

Even though I ended up a lot wetter than I had originally planned, I had a lot of fun. I haven't been to the pool like that in a couple years. And I think I'm going to make a habit of going. It was nice and relaxing, which is exactly what I need right now.

Show me your "O" face...

You know that frantic, almost desperate feeling you get when you're just about to reach your "O" during sex? When it's right there, just beyond your grasp, and if you can just hold on and focus for just a few more seconds you'll be golden. Your heart rate is at a record high and your breathing quickens and before you know it, you're making the face. You know what face I'm talking about. The big "OH MY GOD" face.

I know the face all too well.... I've never actually pulled out my compact in the middle of intercourse to have a good look at my face during climax, but I do know the feelings that go along with it.

So I couldn't help but laugh and take a picture when Robert stared displaying the same behavior, when I put a cookie in front of his face. For me it's sex, for Robert, it's cookies. I wish a cookie could get me that excited. But then sitting here staring at this package of cookies, might leave my chair a mess. And that's not something I'd like to explain to the janitorial staff..."Well, you see, cookies get me...excited..."
I suppose they're sort of close to the same thing, both "packages", both filled with cream...I'm going to stop now before I start having erotic daydreams. I'd really like to keep my chair clean.

I'll just stick to giggling at this picture of Robert.



Funny how life works...15 months ago, Leigh was making this same face, while unknowingly making Robert. She got a pretty sweet deal if you ask me...he's the damn cutest baby. And looks good enough to eat.
Damn...there goes the baby hunger again.

Samantha

We're sitting here in the office discussing how great Sex and the City was, and how hot Samantha is. She really is bangin'. I hope I look that good when I'm 50.

My Greatest Vice

Remember me telling Jade that I needed to invest into some cute flip flops? Well, I think I may have overdone it just a bit.
My mom and I ran to the store to pick up some snacks for her boyfriend. (He's leaving for Tahoe in about 15 minutes.)But on the way to the store, we stopped at Shopko to get some flip flops.
When we got there we had quite a pleasant surprise...they were ALL on sale! So we went crazy. Seven pairs later, we were walking back to the car.
I can't help it. I have a certain weakness for shoes. All shapes, sizes and colors. I LOVE shoes. And seeing as I am condemned to wearing flip flops, I feel completely justified in our little splurge.



Some people turn to drugs to make them feel better, I turn to shoes. And clothing, and accessories, and lip gloss, and cute little quotable cards. But I figure, if shopping is my greatest vice, I'm really not doing all that bad.

P. S.

My cutest toes!

Walking Main

My day has only gotten better.
After checking out of the hotel, I drove to Main Street. I was a little apprehensive at first, I never go anywhere completely alone. Hell, I don't even like going to the grocery store by myself. But I was in Park City to spend time with myself, so I paid for 3 hours of parking and set off down the street.
The first place I stopped was a little cafe style restaurant and for the very first time in my life, I sat down to have lunch by myself. It was definitely weird. Sitting at a table outside on Main all alone. But it was nice, and I feel like I've conquered something inside me. Part of my fear of being alone is gone.

When I was finished eating I thanked my Waiter and continued on up the road. I accidentally stumbled into this little candy shop and was more than excited when I discovered that they sold Razzles. I LOVE Razzles. And I can't find them ANYWHERE. So I stocked up.



From finding Razzles, I went to finding my favorite bookstore up there. I should never be allowed into a bookstore period. Let alone by myself. Although if I ever am alone, Barnes & Noble is the first place I head to. But back to the point. I go crazy in bookstores. I love words. So I tend to want to buy everything I see. And I'm a sucker for cards. This particular bookstore has an awesome card selection. So, 40 minutes and 50 dollars later, I walked out of that store with a bag of cards, magnets, a journal, and pineapple chapstick.



I almost started down the street again when I saw some kids walking out of the adjoining chocolate shop with ice cream cones...and I decided I HAD to have one. So I turned around and marched right back and up to the ice cream counter. After much internal debate, I decided on Pink Bubblegum. I hadn't had a pink bubblegum ice cream cone since I was a little girl. So when I ventured out onto the street again, it was with my pink bubblegum cone in hand and a huge grin on my face. The silliness of it all combined with creamy cold bubble gum flavor bursting across my taste buds, put me into the best mood I've been in, in a long time. The brief trip back to childhood innocence was refreshing. And for 10 minutes, I was a little girl again. I was quite a site. Hair in big flowy curls, sexy sunglasses, darling blue and white striped old fashioned tube top with a blue ribbon around my neck. And a big pink bubblegum ice cream cone. I felt like I had just walked out of a 1950's movie.

After finishing my ice cream, I went to a few more shops. Including the Mountain Body Spa for a hand treatment. When I had visited every shop on my mental list, and then some, I headed back to my car just in time for the meter to go out. I had done it. Three hours alone on Main in Park City. And I had genuinely enjoyed myself.

On my way back down to the freeway, these guys in the truck next to me were flirting with me mercilessly. It was flattering, and when we stopped at a light and they rolled their window down, the first thing they asked me was if I was married. I told them no, but I was taken. They told me what a lucky guy my boyfriend was and that I was beautiful. It made me feel great...especially because I'm single.

I'm now sitting on my couch writing before I leave to meet up with all the girls for dinner and Sex and the City. I just got a pedicure, and that coupled with my super cute new skirt, have me feeling hot and ready for a girls night out. It's bound to be packed full of juicy gossip and sex stories...I can't wait!

Today has proven to be one of the best in my life so far. I feel rejuvenated. Like I know myself more. And I can't wait to keep discovering this happiness inside myself.