I’ll be the first to say I’m messed up. I’ve been told I’m beautiful but I don’t believe it. I fall in love with the best in people, rush headfirst into situations I have no idea about, and spend way too much time thinking about how awesome I want my wedding to be someday.
I love Jesus, but I’m no where near loving Him as much as He loves me. My constant battle is to find satisfaction in the God I love and what He has for me.
Here are some things I love:
I love the way Houston feels in May, warm sweaters from Goodwill that have been lived in, a cup of coffee at the house of a friend, handmade cards, hiking far into the woods and breathing clean air, driving with the windows down and the music all the way up, fireside conversations when people actually say what they want to, the coziness of a familiar teddy bear in a warm bed, the moment when a song connects with you on a soul level, conversations with people who know your intentions and your messed up follow through and somehow love you anyways. I love airports, the Spanish language, and outdoors adventures. I love Nashville, Tennessee and I want to travel America with every pore of my being.
And you. I love you.