I think it’s time for a little story, a little lesson, on love.

You can’t control it. You can’t control who you love, or how much you love them, or who you have a connection with. You can’t.

What matters most is if you are happy. You, you, you.

A few days ago, my boyfriend proposed to me. I was shocked and surprised, but I did say yes. Our relationship has been in the works for years now. Yes, we have only been dating for a few months, but I have been in love with him for so long. I have never, ever felt this way; I have never felt a connection with another human being like this.
Yes, I’m scared. Yes, I’m anxious. But as I’ve been told lately, go where your heart is. Go to whatever and whomever makes you happiest. 

Work has been sucking rather hard lately. I am once again the flavor of the month for the workplace, so I’ve been ducking and dodging the barbs and rumors like an extra in the Matrix movie.

But this moment brought a smile to my face.
I was supervising the cashiers in the garden department yesterday—it was nice and sunny so we had four people out there and apparently they needed to be babysat—and a little girl no more than five ran up to me and tapped me on the wrist.
“Hey there, honey, is everything okay?” I asked.
She smiled up at me and said, “Ma’am, you have redhair.”
“Yep! That I do!”
“You look like Ariel. You’re really pretty.”

And then she toddled off to find her mother again and I was left with a feeling like my cheeks were going to explode from all the smiling.

picture of how red my hair is found here 

Okay so while the penicillin is doing wonders for my tonsillitis, it is wreaking havoc on my stomach.

This.
Sucks.