It’s been far, far too long since my last post. In a nutshell, I now live in a new city, have a new job, and have been house hunting with Wes for the last month. Change has been in full-force. But I won’t use that as an excuse for my absence this time. Actually, I won’t make an excuse at all. Because today’s post isn’t about that.
I’ve wanted to get back into the habit of writing for a while. So often, I identify myself as “a writer”, but in order to be a writer, you actually have to write. Weird, huh? So, I finally came up with an idea that would give me lots of ideas. A series, of sorts, about the people in my life who have made me who I am. The people who have made me into the weird, nerdy, Southern, over-achieving, monogram-loving, sort-of-athletic, writing woman that I am today. So, here’s to those amazing people…I am who I am because of you.
Because of Wes…
photo by Erin Blinn
Because of Wes…
I have someone to love and share each and every moment of my life with.
I am motivated and encouraged to be the very best form of myself.
I have a place to warm my freezing cold fingers and toes in this cold, new Kentucky home.
I get off the couch and go on a run (something I never thought I would do) because he has shown me that I can.
I eat buffalo sauce on literally everything and rarely drink Diet Coke anymore. Instead I drink water and require several refills in one meal.
I know that I’m not always right…because he always is. (No, really, he is. It’s scary.)
I am, one tip at a time, learning how to grill.
I am taken care of every day of my life.
I am now a basketball fan, and I can name all the scholarship players on the UK team (Ask me...I'll prove it).
I am obsessed with 24.
I am 100% comfortable being my true self because he knows every single weird thing about me and loves me anyway.
I get to marry the man of my dreams.
I believe in my heart that all the dreams I have dreamed over the last 25 years of my life can and will come true.
(And, because of Wes, I am writing this post and remembering how much I love to write. So, thank you for that, honey. And thank you for your part in making me the woman I am.)