For as long as I can remember, The Girl Code has been the imaginary list of unofficial rules and commandments that shape our friendships. It is surprisingly universal, and nearly unanimous despite…
Dear Future Husband, Last year on this day I wrote you a letter in which I shared my desire to get to know more about you and our life together.…
Does anyone remember that show on MTV called “Room Raiders”? “Room Raiders” was a dating reality show where viewers would spend 30 minutes watching a contestant snoop through the rooms…
So far, on this blog, I’ve introduced you to breadcrumbing and situationships. Today, we dive into “Cuffing Season.”
This playlist is a collection of gospel songs I cannot deny. Songs that move my soul and ignite my spirit. Lost in these songs, I realize I am never alone. Neither are you.
Books have this distinct ability to draw an automatic connection between two people. It’s kind of like the “smokers” section… but way cooler. I’m beginning to discover that if I’m meeting someone for the first time and we can find a mutual interest in a particular book we’ve read, it’s an automatic jumpstart on the relationship.
This year I’m celebrating another Valentine’s Day without you, but I cannot wait to spend a lifetime of them with you in our future. I imagine waking up next to you on this special day and thanking God. I will thank him for every year I woke up alone because it was that time that he was preparing us both. I will look over at you while you are still sleeping but I say a quick prayer over you.
I usually meet that comment with my normal eye roll and a fake chuckle. I’m so used to hearing it now that I’ve actually thrown out my entire defense. I’m sad to admit that as much as I hate that “picky” label, I just quietly accept it. I’m told my tastes will mature as I get older. I won’t care about things as frivolous as clean sneakers or how he says goodbye when he hangs up the phone.
Today, I turn 31 years old. I told myself I was going to keep the number associated with this birthday quiet, but I’ll be honest, as ugly as the number sounds. I’m excited to see what 31 brings.
We began talking and quite frankly I can't remember much of the conversation, but a bit out of nowhere she asked me "Do you still miss him Ashley?"