I Belong With You, You Belong With Me

Happy Valentine's Day, you fools for love! I am celebrating, finally this year, with the clearest heart I've had in decades. Honestly, it's really something to have done the work to uncover why, exactly, holidays like this one, nevermind every day of the year, have made me feel so overwrought in the past. So, here I am and hooray for me and tough grit and hard work and resilient love and patient partnerhood.

Here's a little tribute to my love today, featuring the luscious lip-shaped milk chocolate he scattered throughout my day...one in the medicine cabinet, one on my laptop, one in my jacket pocket, in my mitten, and on the tea kettle. One fell to the floor as I opened my wallet at the coffee shop. Oh, my!

 And here's a song I just heard over at Maggie's that makes me want to sing it out.

Much love today to you, you beautiful creature you, wherever and whoever you are. Will you be my valentine?

A Little Love

Here are a few lovely little things making this week sweet.

Heart-shaped pancakes for my love in the Saturday morning sun. These were the ones that came out at least vaguely resembling hearts :)

An adorable free download from one of my all-time favorite bloggers over at Brunch.

Image credit: Brunch

A fun episode (especially Act I) on the things we do for love. Oh, how I adore Ira Glass. 

My Felicity hat, almost done!

I hope you find yourself a little love this week.

This Week's Love

Here are a few things that made this week lovely:

Good Earth's Energizing Black Tea. Yum! I love this citrus and spice flavor-packed blend. Not your average black tea, especially with a slice of lemon and teaspoon of honey. Every day should start this way.

L'Oreal nail color in Club Prive. The weather in New England this week has been less than inspiring--gray skies, rain, slush, general yuck. I walked by this nail color at the store and couldn't resist its cheeriness. It's spring in a bottle. It's a nod to Tiffany's, to the divine feminine, to making it through the winter in good spirits. It even garnered compliments for the uber-hip sales girl at the local consignment shop. Score.

I read and loved this Jonathan Safran Foer novel a few years ago, and saw the film last night. It gutted me...just soul-scrapingly sad. I sat through the entire second half with tears streaming down my face. Admittedly, it's not the best movie I've ever seen. Acting in the early scenes was touch-and-go, and translating the narration of Oskar Schell from page to screen was not entirely seamless. Reviews have been mixed, though it was nominated for Best Picture earlier this week. Still, there were enough moments of sheer, honest humanity to make me love this film.

Hooray for good stuff!